Sadistic Beauty Novels & Stories

His bald head reflected the afternoon sun while scars covered both arms. The crowd erupted. "It's Goliath!" "She's dead" "Boss is cruel" "Thought boss had changed but now this is the devil we know" one said and the arena cracked into laughter. The giant cracked his neck before stopping barely two feet away from Adriana. "You still have time, so leave" "I don't enjoy beating women" he added proudly. Adriana folded her arms. "Funny" she chuckled drily. "I don't enjoy ugly conversations either" The arena burst into another round of laughter.

DAMON'S POV: I didn’t stop her. I didn’t call her back. My hands curled into fists at my sides as I watched her walk, fragile and proud at the same time—like glass pretending to be steel. Sadie Summer. A girl whose only crime... was carrying too much light in a world that didn’t know what to do with it. Beauty, inside and out—so blinding, it made everyone around her either want to destroy it... or possess it.

And I was definitely not the type to show up at a school event where I was the social equivalent of a used tissue. “Come on, it’ll be fun,” he pressed. “I’ll save you a dance. A few dances.” I looked at him, truly looked at him. Liam was handsome, in a classic, All-American way. He was the kind of guy you could introduce to your parents without them frowning. He was open, warm, and his smile was pure sunshine. He was everything Marcel was not. So why didn’t my heart flutter when he smiled at me? Why didn’t my skin prickle when he stood close?

] Those three words were the only ones that appeared on Rose's phone. She smirked with an evil smile. 'It was time he completed his work. You worthless slut, you will suffer. You will see. I won't let you snatch my man and my position. Who do you think you are?' She was laughing inside while keeping a sad profile when the old Madam came back. "Rose, darling, let's go." The old madam looked at the pitiful and gentle girl still on the couch. However, that stupid expression was not enough to manipulate the old woman. She had seen many gentle-looking ladies in her life. How can she not know the one before her?

I look at her, my face no doubt portraying my emotions. “And do you think he’ll like you back Mercy?” She smiles and then like she’s acting she purposely wiggles her ass. ‘yeah I think so, I mean don’t you think so?” I smile, she’s one gorgeous model, in love with colors, and she’s always been someone who has this confidence, like she has always been sure of herself, no one to boss her around, I mean right from the time I knew her, she’s always been that independent excellent, elegant, beautiful, long haired.

make Rayan fall on chair with a thud. "Oops...sorry... Now what should I do " she asked diverting his mind... "Now do........." he said, showing his toothy smile..making her eyes popped out.. To know what happen to them..get ready to enjoy the journey of his gorgeous badluck..his luckiest charm... Rayan- 25 years old..the most sexy..good-looking ..mysterious yet charming man..who can get anything in his life in just a blink of his eyes except one thing...that is love....

curdling screams then muggling ******* brought on by the first belly stab falling to her knees looking up shocked mouth gaping eyes wide grinning glance steady holding holding holding the belly cut a cacophonous modern dance of agony followed by rapturous convulsing ******* that went on and on and on get a bat she implored she is a real ******* movie star the Greta Garbo of ***** a dark jewel a must have a hell wife goddess of dread a ******* *** genius my best girl ever fused by desire we kissed like **** loving catholic priests in adoration of their savior young boy *** castrato hitting the high notes she looked up with desperation eyes with glittering tears and said are you my black knigh

The very naivety he mocked back then , considering it to be stupid. Addicted him like a drug now. From the journey of being a hormonal boy to a calm controlled man has made him realise. That true beauty actually lies in the innocence of a women like her and not in the mastery of those others sinners he has fuc***. He doesn't stop till he has devoured her completely, depriving them of the very oxygen to breathe. With chests flushed against each other and his firm grip behind her neck pulling her closer, he was giving a show to cheer.

I want to be happy even if it’s going to be for a short period. Why can’t I be happy? Why is my life so unfortunate? A year slipped off my eye before I could control myself. I opened my eyes and wiped it off and then looked beside me to see the guy still staring at me. “Why the hell are you staring at me?!” I half yelled. His gaze on me is too intense. What the fuck!. He wasn’t expecting me to flare up and flinched. “Am sor..sorry, I was captivated by your beauty and couldn’t take my eyes off you. Why is a damsel like you crying?,”

she whispers, slowly making her way to the almost lifeless body of the woman who once was the most beautiful maiden but now is an unrecognizable freak. She smiles in a twisted way scarring the hell out for the both of them as the dread and dripping sweat and blood from the wounds, she initially inflicted them is mixing within the delight of her heart. “You should have stayed quiet, but well, that’s what you both are.” Now grabbing another doll close, holding it both tightly unto her right arm, she smiles while gripping a knife unto her left hand. Slowly and contently, with a grin on her face as she walks slowly knowing that they both could scream, but no one can hear, they can plead, but mer