Sadist Characters Novels & Stories

DAMON POV I didn’t know if I should be relieved she was talking again—or fucking terrified by the way she was talking. The drug didn’t knock her out. No. It did something worse. It cracked her wide open. Sadie was back—but not the version I’d gotten used to. Not the polished, wary, too-careful girl who guarded every inch of herself like letting me in meant bleeding out. No. This was feisty and seductive Sadie. The Sadie who didn’t give a damn what people thought. Reckless. Sharp-tongued. Wild-eyed like she was dragging ghosts behind her and daring the world to say something about it.

The estate gates disappear behind us as we merge onto the highway. "Have you ever heard of psychopaths?" His voice is low, dangerous. I roll my eyes. "Obviously." "And do you know what they do?" I hesitate, narrowing my eyes at him. "What’s your point?" "The worst of them will make you wish you’d ended up with a rogue," he murmurs. "Creative sadistic fuckers, those ones." A chill runs down my spine, though I refuse to show it. I don’t know what it is in his tone—the certainty, the calmness—but it unsettles me.

Sadie pulled back immediately to look at her properly. “You are NOT blaming yourself because some foolish man lacks self-control.” I laughed weakly through tears. Sadie continued ranting angrily. “Men are actually ridiculous. Every single one of them.” Then suddenly— she paused. “…Okay maybe not Adrian Romano.” I blinked through tears. “Sadie.” “What?” “You’re unbelievable.” Sadie shrugged unapologetically. “I’m just saying. At least your scary billionaire likes you properly.” I immediately frowned. “He does not like me.”

I was truly living the life of a side character, being treated that way by my own brothers. I picked up the pesticide bottle, twisted it open, and poured it straight into my mouth. "What are you doing?!" Charlie screamed in terror, his face turning deathly pale. Even the usually composed Lucas panicked at that moment. "Are you insane? Did you really drink it?" My consciousness grew increasingly hazy, and I thought, 'What's so insane about it?' The original character in that world, Maddison Sherman, was just a villainous side character doomed to die sooner or later anyway. I remembered that the original plot said that she was supposed to die there, but it was by suicide with a knife instead.

"As Alpha Idiot over there stated, it was all planned. Right from the beginning. I knew everything about all of you, I knew who you were, where you were, I knew everything. I figured that I could get to Skylar through Adrian, as I had realised he didn't want Callie as a mate. Thanks to his father. I had Adrian wrapped around my little finger the first time we had ever met, I just had to be patient and make him fall in love with me. Which wasn't too difficult." "I knew about those two little brats that Callie had, but I didn't care about them. They weren't important enough for me to get rid of them. Until that little brat of yours, Payton, heard everything I had planned. He knew too much, so

However their punishment is going to be death because the rogues are going to be killed for attacking people and killing them. Rose nodded yet again. "I don't understand what they get from hurting others. Don't they feel pain after hurting others?" Rose whispered and rested her head on Zachariah's broad shoulder. "Some people find satisfaction others pain." Vladimir said. Rose looked at him. He smiled at her. "You are too innocent to understand this baby." Zachariah said. They themselves were and still are the one who find happiness by seeing others in pain. They are sadist who get satisfaction by others tears. The only person they hate to see in tears and pain is their Rose.

Warning This story contains violence and content that may be distressing and not suitable for some readers. Read at your own risk. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are a part of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales are purely coincidental. A psychopath is a cold, ruthless, heartless, and inhuman being. Belladonna Salvador is one of those. She's pretty and super intelligent, just like any other psychopath.

Was this some sort of cage? He hastily put a hand over my mouth, ordering me to shut up. I'm not sure what I was expecting, but it definitely wasn't this. The audio kept rolling. “Dane Wright. A beast. An unconfirmed sadist. A crazy psychopath. A numb, depraved bastard. He gives, but he takes, and he takes in a thousand folds. He's never fair. He never stops once he begins, and he can't tell any rights from wrongs once he gets pushed to his limits and acts before the right time. If you're here, it's because you're his new fixation, and he will only leave you ruined by the time he's done with you. He must've warned you, but you never listened. Ask him where his previous partners are.”

In resignation, I retreated into a toilet stall, knowing it was a futile attempt to escape. Locking the door behind me offered only a temporary reprieve. I knew it would only delay the inevitable. "Daisy, don't run away from me," he called out. "You know it's pointless, don't you?" I shivered at his words, paralyzed with fear. "Just let me kill you," he continued, his tone twisted and sadistic. "But don't worry, I won't let a beautiful body like yours go to waste. I'll rape it until it's nothing but a lifeless shell." His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath.

“Luca?” Maria signed that he put the phone on speaker and he did. “Damian,” Luca began, his tone grim, “I’ve done some digging. It’s worse than I thought.” Damian’s grip on the phone tightened. “What do you mean?” “These men,” Luca said, his voice laced with urgency, “they’re not just ordinary criminals." They’re part of a cartel—a syndicate that doesn’t play by any rules. They don’t negotiate, and they don’t bluff. If they’ve taken Kiara, it’s because they know they can force your hand. They’ll kill her without hesitation if they suspect even the slightest betrayal.”