Sadist Characters Novels & Stories

Sophie sighed before placing her hand on her forehead. "You're frankly an idiot... you know very well that it was dangerous... Ah frankly, what's the point of talking? I know you, you know, under your snobbish looks you're a born little sadist... I saw you at the orphanage, your eyes were bright for two reasons, when you looked at Carmen and when you hit other children. I never understood your character to be honest but there is one thing I do know… you only really feel alive when you hit people." Fabian didn't respond, his face still expressionless as he put his cigarette to his mouth.

*** [Xyna] My character is very showy. She is a happy-go-lucky person. She's free to do whatever she want (well, except on loving Vince). Unlike me, I can't laugh with a light-heart, I just don't feel the urge to laugh even in a funny estate. It's not that I don't laugh, I still laugh...but with sarcasm. I'm not like this before. If only that hadn't happened, tsk! Every time I remember that days annoys the hell out of me. I hate them!

So, do you want something to drink or to eat? Her sudden change of mood only reflected her bipolar disturbed personality. Wherever she went she spread fear or even terror. Adam was no fool but he was cleaver enough not to upset her or to contradict her in any matter. You don’t want to have Sarah as an enemy. With Adam was the same he was also dangerous but with his mind. Sarah was impulsive, she is doing things by instinct without first think of how to do them; instead Adam was calculated, he would play with your mind until he would destroy it. And that is guarantee. With these two as allies Miron and his friends have a lot to deal with; also Rita for having to support Adam’s rudeness to her

I’ve never wanted to kill someone more than I do right now. Not just kill, I want to dance on his entrails. I want him hanging by his thumbs in a dark cell while I peel the flesh off his bones; inflicting pain on him day after day, and each day I’ll let him heal and recover before repeating the process. When Setia told us who Zixin was, at worst we thought he abducted Mei because she’s his rightful heir. But they said he is known for being a sadistic man. I was terrified that he’d hurt Mei if she tried to fight back, but never in a million years did any of us expect him to… I can’t even say the words.

She groaned as she rubbed her head. "Oww!" "Him? Who is this him?" Dante inquired keeping his eyes straight. Sadie looked up at him and her frown deepened. "I don't know him but he isn't one of Silas's men. He is just like me. Forced and wounded." Dante groaned as Sadie quickly stood in front of him and grabbed his hands between her as she looked pleadingly with gleaming eyes. Dante's breath hitched. He could swear his heart skipped a beat as she give him her relative soft look.

Don’t get me wrong, I completely understand that we are very much a part of the business they did want in the first place so they have to keep up appearances and make themselves known. If anyone of my guys should be feared it would be Dante. He’s the jokester, the fool everyone thinks can’t be serious. Dante’s imagination and fascination with mid-evil torture divides a gore makes him one of those people who would take enjoyment out of watching someone slowly bleed out while watching them suffer until he gets his answers.

Dark Blood forced a laugh and refused to answer her question. "I told you this guy is mysterious, he's a bloody heartless criminal. It's quite obvious he uses different identities in any city he goes to so that no one can track him down!" "Bloody bastard!" Alice hisses and hits her gun on his head. "You're getting furious as I am about this guy, it's good we're on the same page" Liam smirks in triumph and Alice shrugs in response. "I'll ask you one last time, tell me your fucking name now or I'll blow your head!"

I had imagined my death many times, but I never would have guessed it would be in the hands of him. Blonde hair. Sinister smile. Handsome face. Sadistic personality. Andre Castillo- member of the Malvado.

Breaking me in ways I never thought I’d break. “This scar on my face,” Sadie asks, touching her cheek. “He gave it to me to remind me that I’m a traitor. To remind me of the torture he unleashed on me. How about I give you one so we can have matching scars?” That’s the only warning Calvin gets before Sadie cuts open his cheek, making him scream in agony. Sadie takes some pliers, and one by one, she breaks his fingers as if they were nothing. “Please stop,” Calvin begs, his voice barely above a whisper, but I know it won’t do a damn thing.

The girl, probably called Sades, starts, "I was so. Fucking. Close! But the guys who assaulted Georgia are on that same street like we are destined to meet, and shit and, well, hell breaks loose! If I got to be honest, I'd rather die in a trash container than be assaulted by them. I, myself, am self-certified trash, and I just met my cousins." "Well, if I got to be honest," The guy beside me, the one with the hoodie, jumped into the conversation. "I can imagine you talking to the trash bags." "Because I do?" Sades said. "You don't have to imagine shit, Austin. Imagining leads to you not knowing me that well. Instead, you should just think I do it." "Yeah, Aust! You don't know shit about Sadi