Sadistic Novels & Stories

The undeniably strong stench of a man who is used to physical work and lack of hygiene. “I’ve seen how weak pretty boy is over you. I’m going to enjoy sending him the videos of what I’m repeatedly doing to you. I’m going to enjoy this so much more than you are, sweetheart! I have so many inventive ways to fuck you, I just hope you live long enough to really torture him into insanity.” He laughs again, almost to himself, his comments more of a smug self-assurance in an evil sadistic way than a confession of his plans for me. It makes me realize how deeply he has been fantasizing about this, thinking it through, every step planned for precision at how to get bac

She pushes him away from her chuckling, but he just pulls her closer planting kisses all over her face. “I’m up I think. Adriana, truth or dare?” Alexei asks deviously. “I pick truth.” I tell him. “Cool, do you have a fetish and if yes, what is that fetish?” His eyes flicker between his blue ones and the grey of his wolf. He is way too excited and eager to know. I bite my lip and meet his gaze. “Yeah I have, I’m into bondage.” His gaze darkens and I lean into him. “As if you hadn’t noticed by what you just did to me.” I breath.

I shout as his warm hand comes in contact with my throbbing centre, impatiently awaiting his touch. "And you went to a psychiatrist because..." He trails off, finally giving me what I want and rubbing his talented fingers against my püssy. I moan and close my eyes as I take everything he is giving, throwing my head back, I bite my lip painfully, my face transforming into that of immense satisfaction as he stares lustfully into my eyes.

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

Too bad and too late, he already did. "Answer me! What is so bad about this child growing inside me hat you just can't take?" I asked him. There was no answer. I sighed. This zombie mode was the worst thing ever, it was hard to get anything through to him while he was being like that. I wanted to slap him across the face, but I didn't want to touch him because I knew he'd stop me from slapping him, which would mean he'd hold my hand in his, which would mean I'd lose control over myself and be just what he wants me to be; Liquid.

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

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,

He raised his eyebrows scarier than the caveman's whole face. “Am I clear?” He was mortifying me more than I was flexible to handle. I shuddered under his burning gaze, feeling like slime when he gnashed further, “And if not, let me clear they are to leave this loft this instant or else I’ll put a hell on them, as well as their loved ones.” My blood befell colder. His heartlessness was affecting my stimuli. My brain just wouldn’t stop suffering for the next few months.

he actually started believing her words because they sounded very much true. "He also suffered from depression though he has recovered but still some deep scars are there on his mind ..... Sadistic personality disorder, it starts developing because of unfavorable events and in intention of seeking pleasure person can go to any extent while venting out his aggression so it's harmful for others ..... Because person can be really harmful and in case of Manik, his anger gets magnified with his pleasure".

Bitterness was all over his face. I turned at them earnestly. "I want him as my toy. I am bored. All of my prey did not get to experience much suffering physically. I want to do that. Then I would later make him suffer mentally by massacring his pack members," I said coldly before I smiled—an evil one, as if the bloodlust was seeking my whole sanity."That is the great plan I have thought of. It will be a shame if I am not using his body for pleasure. I am feeling lonely lately, so..."