Sadistic Synonym Novels & Stories

I got punched in the arm for that one, but I made her laugh and smile and it was worth it. Sadie also had what I liked to call beautiful mood swings. This was when Sadie wasn't having a very good day and would show herself to me in a not so beautiful way. These were the days I had to step in and be the mean guy to help her get herself under control. I was really tired of having to buy new furniture or new dishes. When she was having a bad day. Everything was my fault and she let me know it. Then of course once she got herself under control. She would have what I would call a cry fest and apologize to me for three days. The fights wouldn't be bad if Sadie didn't have the ability to lift the c

“..I was smiling because I knew that this was going to hurt that woman, I made my father’s death slow and painful because I wanted her to feel every ounce of pain and not because I wanted to end his tyranny. Or that I was sadistic, if I was one then my father would be a masochist since he enjoyed his death just as much, no one saw it but he was fcking laughing when I tore him limb by limb.” He turned his head away as he broke the gaze that he held with her and then looked in front. “ It was worth it, even though their bond was not as strong and similar to another, it did weaken that woman to the point where she passed away.” A sadistic smile etched on his lips when he remembered how hysteric

I doubted my pornstar neighbor when she told me this but there’s bliss in a mixture of pains and pleasure. Wait…does that make me a sadist? I can only conclude it does. From what I learned about sadists they love a medley of the two different things; pain and pleasure. I never knew that I could accept this treatments at first. Never knew I could receive strokes, painful strokes and still have my pussy drip with liquid need. “Dawn…” Dima rattles and I look over to see his chest heaving. He’s holding himself, his cock.

His words sent chills down my spine, and I realized I was dealing with a psychopath. "Daisy, we don't have to play hide and seek. Just come out and let me gift you death," he called out, his voice growing closer with each passing moment. "My lovely Daisy, you're beautiful. I wonder how delicious your blood will taste." He continued, his words dripping with sadistic intent. "Daisy, please now. Don't do this to me." His tone turned mockingly sincere. "Daisy, let me do you the honor of killing you."

I blurted again, but I instantly began to bite my nails, almost regretting why I asked such a silly question. I expected Synn to go mad about my question, but instead, she simply rolled her eyes towards me, then let out a dry chuckle, “Because I'm a crazy bitch who doesn't take shit from any motherfucker…and guess what sweetheart, I love it that way.” She laughed. I couldn't take my eyes off her as she spoke, I was seeing a real psychopath. Because why the hell should she be happy about being a big bad bitch? Anyways, I love her deal…I love how she has obtained the ability to dominate her surroundings, it's really savage.

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

“I am calling to let you know I want you to stop the suffering you are causing my mate.” “Your Mate?” He laughs, “Last I knew she was my mate. And as long as she gives me sweet pain each time you thrust your cock inside of her, I will always do the same.” He is sadistic. He really does enjoy that pain he gives me. What a sick bastard. “Well receive your pain elsewhere This stops now for my mate,” Chase growls. Jacob continues laughing, “Oh no. I rather enjoy things this way. And besides, the burning in the pit of my stomach is such a turn-on. And that thought of another inside that tight little pussy of hers really gets me going.”

I’ve never wanted to kill someone more than I do right now. Not just kill, I want to dance on his entrails. I want him hanging by his thumbs in a dark cell while I peel the flesh off his bones; inflicting pain on him day after day, and each day I’ll let him heal and recover before repeating the process. When Setia told us who Zixin was, at worst we thought he abducted Mei because she’s his rightful heir. But they said he is known for being a sadistic man. I was terrified that he’d hurt Mei if she tried to fight back, but never in a million years did any of us expect him to… I can’t even say the words.

One could call him a sadist too. A sadist is a person who gets pleasure, especially sexual pleasure, from hurting other people, but in Theodore's case, he used to hurt werewolves, not just random humans or vampires. He very well knew that his wolf wanted just his fated mate, so even after finding their mate, he used to fucked other rouge she-wolves to irk Inigo. Not just that, he kept himself away from Liara even though he knew Inigo wanted to hold her, kiss her, and make love with her and planned to have a lot of pups with her, but he didn’t want that.

Strings of spit connected them as he stroked the slick shaft. "You're a sick wolf for wanting this from your ex's brother," Sammy said, voice rough. "I'm legal, but does that make it right?" "Was it right when I ate your tight little ass?" Keegan shot back. "You came so hard for me, didn't you?" "I did," Sammy admitted. His hand moved lower, cradling Keegan's heavy balls. The skin felt smooth and warm. He leaned in and sucked one into his mouth, licking and massaging with his tongue.