Sadistic Novels & Stories

Lee instructs. "What is it Mrs. Lee? You're worrying me," Mr. Min whispers and I trace his gulp with my eyes. "Nathan is suffering from a condition called Dissociative Identity Disorder or you might know it as Multiple Personality disorder ever since he turned six."

What the actual fuck? "What??? " I asked him as if I didn't hear him enough. Is he serious, no!!! I can't die like this, not before killing him. I gulped hard. I don't know how to process his words. " yes rightly heard Sofia, you said, you can even risk your life for me, now this is the time, come on!!! " He went closer to my face as ordered this. How more cruel a person can be?? I feel pathetic for him, he is a sadistic, unsatisfied beast who feeds on people chaos and miseries.

Making everyone scream in hysterics instantly. The music suddenly stopped. Replaced with uncontrollable chaos and screaming. Jack stopped his guitar playing. He came to the front of the stage and smiled horribly. Jack took out a knife from the pocket he had prepared earlier. He slit his own throat until blood gushed from his neck with an expressionless face.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

When I realised the edges of the desk were too far from me, I held on to his shoulders while my back moved up and down as he rammed into me. "Fuck." I cried literally. I was at the peak when I began to squirt all over the place. I'd forgotten to let him know I was a squirter but I don't think he cared. If anything, it seemed to make him more aroused as his groans began to sound like small cries for help.

He kept laying there for God knows how many moments. When he couldn’t sleep, he unplugged his cell phone from the charger and rolled over on his side. He moved his fingers on the keyboard. He wrote and deleted it. Wrote and deleted. Wrote again and deleted again. He couldn’t think of one appropriate text to send her. “Oh, God! When did it become so difficult to text someone? Damen had girlfriends when he was in college. Nothing serious.

his hand stopped in front of my face and he smiled "come on, let’s just go to the asshole you married. I may not have my daughter, I may not be able to return yet, but I will be content to see Callisto confused wondering about you." I stared. "You’re not gonna tell him?" "Of course not" Asmodeus said laughing "think I’ll deliver all this fun on a platter? NO! I want him to suffer and cry before he realizes you’re back." "Sadistic." "Always, my dear" purred, ruby eyes shining with malice "I am sadistic, seductive, irresistible and certainly a sin in physical form." Smile. The moments with Asmodeus were light, calm, serene, like t

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…”

***** ZIYAH It was positively disgusting what some people were willing to do to others. Like seriously, what the fuck was wrong with them? Wait. No need to answer that. Sick fucks would be sick fucks. Plain and simple. While I might not have a love for all demons, I only disliked the sadistic ones like I had dealt with while imprisoned with the Darkies.

He coldly said, "Don't think that just because you have something on me, you can act recklessly, Saxon. You shouldn't test my patience and push everyone to the brink." "The way you look when you're angry is still so charming!" Saxon's emerald green eyes glistened with hunting excitement, like a demon that had been hungry for thousands of years, sensing the scent of the soul he coveted. That strange look made Jessica's heart race with fear! Mr. Marcus once mentioned that Saxon enjoys sadomasochism. Judging by his behavior of abusing young boys and girls, it seemed that he enjoyed inflicting pleasure on others' pain. He should be a sadist. However, looking at him now, with his eerie smile and