Sadistically Novels & Stories

Yes, I was a hate filled bastard that yearned to make everyone around me hateful as well. I would make their lives hell. I knew what they were the moment they made mention of needing blood, Scarvyns, blood sucking witches. I was repulsed to say the least. But these goons obviously did not care about what they even were. “Fuck yeah!” Silas said with a crazed smirk on his face. “I always thought you both were smoking hot but now,” he leaned down to toy with a strand of Dahlia’s hair, “as girls, you're even better… I'm taking the first round,” he declared.

I was exhausted from thinking. “Fuck it!” I yelled again into the mattress, my scream muffled. “I’m going to enjoy this wedding!” I screamed at the top of my lungs as I yanked my singlet over my head, pulled my hair into a bun, and sprinted to the bathroom.

I can not wait. "Overthrow the PEREZ," Tito grinned again. "Overthrow the people who killed your mother and your sister."

Alessandro jested and Ann burst into laughter. “It’s not shame... I call it taking advantage of the situation... I did it because I wanted a good life and now my plans are falling in place... Your father can’t even lift a pen without my consent” Ann laughed. “I know my father, he would never sit back and watch you treat me this way... let me go you psychopath!” Isabelle yelled and Ann slapped her cheek. “The only thing your father would know is your death... Even at your death, you’re still saucy... too bad you’ll be dying” Ann mocked, feigning puppy eyes.

She screamed in fury, thrashing beneath me like a wild animal. “You bitch!” I roared, my claws hovering dangerously close to her throat. “What the hell did you just throw at us?” Sadie stopped struggling for a moment, then threw her head back and laughed—hysterically, wildly, the sound echoing off the walls like shattering glass. “You’ll see soon enough!” she cackled, eyes manic. “I promise you misery, Pedro. Pain like you’ve never known. Your precious mate isn’t safe around you. Not with me watching. Not with what I’ve set in motion. She’ll suffer because of you. Mark my words!”

"If you don't do it Jake Summers then someone else will." That shit made me see red. I had my hand around her throat and the other covering her pussy before she drew her next breath. "Don't ever say that shit to me again, you ever even think of fucking someone else I'll kill you." She smiled up at me the little sneak and wiggled her ass pressing her hot cunt into me.

I asked, annoyed. "I am gonna start by ripping apart that old couple living on the corner and work my way through the entire lane. And then I'll drag you in middle of all those corpses and fuck your pussy inside out in front of their dead eyes," he explained to me with an eerie calmness. I shuddered. His sadistic ideas always take me off guard.

Sadistic psychopath. That's what she just called me. No one has labeled me as sadistic before. This is a first. Evil, arrogant, cocky... yes. But sadistic? No. Nevertheless, I'm impressed. I let out a sarcastic laugh, shaking my head. Then I shrug nonchalantly as I look ahead. "If that's what you choose to call me, baby..." I meet her eyes again and clarify, "Well, psychopath? Maybe. But sadistic? Nah. I was just stating facts. After all, I major in psychology." I wink, and she visibly grimaces.

His expression was clear. I was finally getting the hang of things around here. “Aster,” He called out. The man in the screen looked up immediately. The feeling dawned on me that Sedar didn't necessarily watch sex for the fun of it. There was definitely no fun in it and his face showed no emotion what so ever. No, he was a man that derived pleasure in controlling people in the most dreadful way possible. He derived pleasure from making others go against their will with their own hands. He was dangerous…. “Thirty seconds till show time.” Sedar said calmly, bringing out his gun and turning it over like a toy.

A wide smile cracked on Massimo's lips as he turned the humiliation he felt to nonchalance. "I just wanted to meet you, Mr. Sinclair, since you don't have anyone else to do that. '' The inner satisfaction that persuasive man felt after hitting right on the weak spot was immense that he felt like needing to do that more. The pleasure that seeps through veins after beating someone on their own game, the pleasure of overpowering and scaring others. Call him a sadist! But he fucking loved that.