Sadistic Dreamer Novels & Stories

"You drugged him? Amber ... that's rape!" She threw her hands in the air, "Oh wow! Really, Brad? If that's the case then I have lost count on how many times I was raped in this business ... waking up with a total stranger on a bed ... not having any memory of what happened the night before, at least dear Tom got to wake up with a young and good looking bunch!" "Rape is rape, okay, Amber? No matter who you wake up with ... God ... are you even listening to yourself right now? You're turning into her ... getting what you want in expense of other people's lives?"

I whispered and dug my hand into my hair to the back. "What!" "That wasn't the answer I was expecting. I mean, I just asked, I didn't mean to heard yes. I felt all was just a dream. 'Why Arnold, y?' I kept uttering that in tears. He had no answer for me. I thought I have it all already, the happiness I have been longing for. I thought I have it all already, the man I dreamt of having. I thought I have it all already, the love! the care! I dreamt of. I thought I have it all already, the man, who will finally accept me for me –Gosh! I have only being dreaming, I have been dreaming all along. If you were the one, will you be with the man that causes you nothing but pains? The one who drown you

⸻ Because in that moment… He realized something horrifying. 😨 ⸻ The Dreamer never loved power. The Dreamer never wanted control. The Dreamer never wanted the universe. ⸻ But he did. ⸻ And that desire became obsession. ⚡ ⸻ The memory ended. ⸻ 🌙 The Awakening The Architect lowered his head. 💔 For the first time… He looked tired. Not evil. Not monstrous. Just tired. ⸻ Then suddenly— The crimson eye widened.

My breathing quickens, each exhale carrying a quiet whimper. I've had countless nights alone in my den, fantasizing about a wolf's mouth on me. And now it's finally happening! CEDRIC NIGHTFANG Every breath fills me with Castel. The scent of his skin and the heat of his smooth flesh drive me wild. My shaft is stone hard, even after that explosive joining last night. I feel like a young pup again. That intoxicating madness is back, I'm drunk on him, and I want to feel this forever. But most important, I want to take him on a journey he'll never forget.

"Molly, if he's your mate, you have to be careful. You should reject it! You can't let a man who was just your mother's suitor, an old dude, become your everything. It's scandalous! It's messy! Your the Alpha’s child…" A bitter laugh escaped my lips, and a tear pricked the corner of my eye. "Reject it? Elara, it's not that simple. It's not just a feeling. It's... it's physical. Every night, when the house is quiet, I have these... dreams. Wet,-aching dreams about him. About his hands, his scent, the way he looks at me."

He had to work, as he always did, on slowing down and getting the timing correct. After two hours he was satisfied. He tumbled into bed, falling asleep within a minute. His dreams were pleasant, mostly involving a cute girl that kept trying to get away. Every time he dragged her back with the rope around her middle. Sabrina's dreams were pleasant also but highly erotic. She was tied up lying on her side on a table. A stranger kept asking her if she wanted to fuck. When she said no, he approached either her open vagina or open mouth and used them as hard as he could. It felt wonderful but he would always stop before she reached orgasm. After a great number of penetrations, he finally went too

"What's that dream?" His eyes darkened dangerously. I should be scared, but it was sexy. "A man like me can't have dreams as sweet as yours. My dreams are called nightmares. They are always filled with torment, and when I wake up, there's an ache that won't go away till I find what I seek, and you want to know what I seek, doll?" I nodded eagerly, paying so much attention. "Chaos." Came his response. How could one man be so beautiful and crazy at the same time? Again, the thought crossed my mind.

‘Sadists! And why did the poor victim cowardly refused to fight back? Why?’ ‘Are they doing it for money? Why would you even let money hurt and enslave you!’ I just snapped. The little pool of blood that was previously a few feet away from me was now flowing under my shoes. ‘I'm just dreaming, right?’ I tried to laugh at myself. ‘It's just a dream my dear. Fun fact, I can also fly like Peter Pan’. No, not a dream but a nightmare.

I ignored the flutter in my heart and kept reading. ‘Dreamwalking is a mastery possessed by Reavers, enabling them to seamlessly enter and exit the dreams of others, as if they were physically present. This extraordinary ability also allows them to navigate and manipulate their own dreams, shaping the narrative and environment with precision. Many Reavers utilize their dreams as a mirrored reflection of their waking lives, creating a sanctuary where they can escape the mundane routines of daily existence. In this realm, they can find respite, allowing their physical forms to recharge while their minds roam free.’

"All I want is information. I'm quite certain you know something about what happened to Ivan and Kirill that night. So I'll make you a one time offer, tell me what you know now and you both may leave, if not we will take our time getting all the information you hold through... More painful methods." Both John and Ashley stood silent their eyes as cold as an arctic storm. Sacha sighed. "Oh well, the latter method has always been more entertaining." A malicious smile began spreading over his face. Though he hid it well from even a majority of the people he worked with, Sacha harbored sadistic tendencies. The once average boy had been mentally torn down by the death of his family, and his uncle