Sadist Narcissist Novels & Stories

Their prey cried, whimpered, and begged as they fucked and used her how they pleased. The brothers were merciless, using the anger from when they had seen Sadie’s profile on the Sugar Babies app to fuck their prey. Marcel was messier as he pushed his cock into the tight ring of her ass. He was an ass man. He loved to see them struggle and beg under him. He had thrust in earning whimpers and loud cries from her while Adrian’s teeth had bitten her nipples. Sucking over the pink flesh as he pressed them. Satisfaction wasn’t in his gaze as he found himself imagining a perkier set of breasts and vanilla-scented skin.

He always had a way of making me feel better. I knew what he was saying was true and that he was only looking out for me but it’s hard to avoid someone when you share classes with them. “I know that, but it’s not as easy as you make it sound…if I could move to a different continent all together I would” I tell him quietly. “It’s as easy as that…how many times will he hurt you and break you till you finally see him for what he is?…a narcissistic, sadistic, egoistic, and self-centered bastard.” he stands up and starts pacing, seeming frustrated.

I kept nodding as I remembered what he was saying. “I remember that. You keep on saying, ‘I’m tired. I want to die. I want to hang myself to death. I want to jump off of this building. I want to poison myself. I want to cut my wrist’ and the like.You’re really messed up that time,” I said straightforwardly. “Yeah right?” He sniffed. I stared at him and waited for him to talk again. “Levi...” he mumbled as he slumped to the floor.

He never wants to kill me, or so I think. He just enjoys punishing me for a crime I didn't commit. What did I ever do wrong to deserve this? To be honest, I don't know, and he doesn't care. He doesn't want to fucking tell me what I did, either. It's clear that he's a sadist, a stupid monster who enjoys watching others cry. He enjoys watching pain, treating it like a movie. He smiles at it, just the way he's smiling at my blood. I wondered why he didn't try to lick it, maybe he could have a taste of the pain that runs in my veins.

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces.

He says using the nickname that only he called me. "Tommy..." I whisper in the softest way. My eyes immediately fill with tears and one runs down my face. __ "Please don't do it. Please. I don't want it." I beg as he pulls my underwear down. "I think you do. Being a bad girl on purpose. You want daddy's cock. Naughty girl." He says smirking sadistically. "No Tommy. Stop it. Stop! I don't want it! Stooooop!" I scream.

Suddenly random thoughts poured in my mind like a bitch nagging at her pinp for treating her wrongly, some thoughts are happy, other are irritating, some are sad and pitiful, while the remaining ones are perverted, surprisingly that one comes from that old sexy detective that crave for her adoptive son of her, but she still didn’t make the first move, this narcissist milf want him to make the first move, just an ambitious female detective being calculative especially when it comes to think of them improperly by social morality standard. Some evil intent comes to my being while thinking what to do with my powers, I mean, I’m free to do what I want, I can even crawl to people’s thoughts and w

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c

That would be even worse! “I don’t know, and to be honest, I don’t care to know,” I respond, trying to ignore any emotional feelings I have towards this particular matter. “He is sadistic, likely wanting me to feel worthless as a leader… break me down until I submit fully to him. Then? I dunno, maybe show me off like some trophy or kill me to make a point to the other packs…”

Right now, he can only entrust his instinct and his sharp observation that he relied on so many years chasing that jerk. J is always alone. He preferred to sit alone rather than sitting in a crowded place. Because of his narcissistic personality, J always felt his standing and views is different from normal people. Rather than calling those people friends or acquaintances, it more precise to call them insignificant objects. J didn't regard normal people as human, but rather a toy to demean, to play, and to torture. Even he(Ryan) served as J's favorite toy, and not as a police officer that tried to apprehend him.