Sadistic Dreamer Novels & Stories

"Damian is a brutal man. He is reckless and sadistic behind closed doors. He uses and takes women in bed like they're nothing but bitches, turns them inside out, and hurts them for pure pleasure. An innocent, chubby little girl like you doesn't stand a chance. You’re going to be torn apart on your first night." My blood ran cold. Terror paralyzed me, but my rebellious tongue acted on pure defensive instinct. "You're lying," I shot back, narrowing my green eyes. "You don't know what you're talking about." The redhead let out a loud, cruel laugh. "I know exactly what I'm talking about, sweetheart. I’m his favorite mistress. I know the great lion in bed. I know exactly how to trigger his lust a

I quickly waved my hand and said, "No, no. Nothing happened. You woke up before I could even do anything. By the way, what were you dreaming about just now?" Hearing this, she became a little embarrassed and lowered her head, unable to look at me. "Come on, it's fine. Just tell me," I urged her. Finally, she spoke, stumbling over her words. "It's nothing. I just dreamed that a man tied me up, and then..." I pressed her for more. "And then what?" "And then he... he took me..." The more she spoke, the more embarrassed she became. Eventually, she just lowered her head and stopped talking. Her whole body burned with shame.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

“If I knew, I would fix it. I can’t stop getting enough blood. I feel like a bus ran over me. Literally, I feel like I was hit by a bus. Those dreams were so real, so powerful, and I can’t shake them, Alex. I never, ever, have had anything feel like this before. I woke up a pool of sweat and took a shower once already. I feel like a wreck, and all I can do is think about Amber.” “Wow, Dom, that is crazy. I didn’t realize that. I don’t think I have ever heard you say anything about dreaming before.” “No, I hadn’t. I had this vision, which sucked a lot of energy from me. I then fell asleep, which just became a trap. I was stuck in a wonderfully, erotic, real, intense, and I don’t have the word

* Jane Dankworth * I did not notice the exact time I fell asleep, until the memories of what happened came to haunt me in dreams. A scream, coming from me escaped my throat, though in the dream, I couldn't tell it was me until the echo broke through the dark. I was again back in that office, the shadows bending like hands reaching for me. There was a smear of blood on the glass, my heels slipping against the floor, and someone was shouting my name but I couldn't find the door.

“Right, Stematography.” “You’re not even sure of the concept,” I parrot. “Tristan… sorry, he-who’s-dead to me is unstable. He’s a sociopath with antisocial disorder. Of course, he has a pattern. Even Dahmer had a pattern.” “We’ve searched every hidden place,” Damon completely ignores my protests and ambles to the center of the room. “What do you see in plain sight?” “I see your stupidity.” “No, I mean plain sight,” he says, popping the ‘P.’

So you can say I’m pretty happy now. However, even after a month, I still couldn’t shake that dream. The day after I had it I called Niky over and tried to fuck his brains out. Anything to replace the all to real feeling of that dream. It was so bad that Niky actually chained me to the bed shoved vibrating dildos in my ass and cunt and just left me there for like an hour just so he could get an hour of rest. Even though I tried the best that I could to get that realistic dream out of my head, I couldn’t so I just made piece with it, and when ever it would pop in my head and made me horny, Niky would have to prepare for battle. Of course he didn’t know why I would randomly get extremely horny

I look around trying to find the objects he speaks of, "Madrees are vampire hunters they would srian out your soul once they get a hold of you" "You must think I'm some sort of silly ass trying to scare me or is that some sort of trick to make me follow you?" "I did say it's my pleasure to drop you off now will you get off or not it's rather late and I do not want to be late for the fun" I wonder what hsi definition of fun is as he keeps smirking each time he mentions the word fun, Devon had sayd something about mental and emotional torture what I do not get is why this dude find it interesting,

MAVERICK I came awake with a terrifying start. I had a dream where someone was killing my parents right before my very eyes, and I was too powerless to stop them. The killer stood over their corpses, and turned to me at last. She had blood red eyes, and a wide smile that made her look like a crazed, deranged lunatic. She came for me with her hands outstretched, claws ready to sink into my flesh and snuff the life out of me.

Unlike other kids what he had dreamed of throughout his teenage years was different and he was a hundred percent sure that if he were to utter his actual dreams out, someone… anyone would take him for a psycho. Yet, he felt like that wouldn’t be the case for Alexandra. The glint that adorned her eyes as she waited for his answer made him unable to fabricate any other lie. So, so be it if he told her and she took him for a deranged maniac. If she was going to be like the other people, then it was best for him to know in the early stage and know just where to draw the line. Finally pulling his gaze away from the view outside, he faced her, and with a tight smile on his lips, he said. “My dream