Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

sadist said fustratedly. " I'm guessing you're the beta" I said to Blondie. Sadist scoffed, " that's so inaccurate, I'm the beta and he's the gamma...Landon I'm going to take care of other stuff back at the pack house...do your job" sadist said and walked out of the cell.

Rain’s getting under my skin so bad. I’m gonna ruin her too bad. No other man will ever dream of touching her. ‘Hmmm. Sounds like a possessive alpha.’ Blade says audibly in my head. ‘Quit trying, Blade. Your shades ain’t working.’ I snap at my wolf as I pour myself some mojito. “You okay?” I hear Lester asking Tiago who hums under his breath. “Guess I am.” Is Tiago’s slow response as I return before the fireplace, taking a seat on the tawny loveseat.

He’d held her up when her atrophied legs gave out on the physical therapy mats, catching her every single time she fell. He really had pushed back his naval recruitment for six months, trading his own career momentum for endless hours in uncomfortable hospital chairs. That was the trap. How do you fight back against the man who put you back together? Every time Theron snapped at her, every time he looked at her scars with that thinly veiled pity or left her alone in the drafty guest house, her mind dragged her right back to the ICU. The guilt was heavy and paralyzing. It was why she forgave the cruelty. Why she swallowed the neglect and sat quietly through his mother's daily insults.

Black handle, black blade, and engraved along the spine, clean and precise, S. I hold it up and examine it. "This is my name," I say. He stares at me. "This is literally my name. It says S. S for Sadism. I'm the Grim Reaper." I turn the blade in the light. "This is clearly mine. Where's the phone?" "My brother has it." Through his teeth. "He took it. I don't have it. Stop. Touching." Each word arriving separately, with effort. "My. Tail." He makes a sound that is half fury and half something he's trying to keep below the surface, and his tail catches my wrist on the backswing.

Adan said in a low voice, but just enough for us to hear. “How do you say goodbye to the man who had always looked up to you, yet you were the first one to fail him? The older brothers shouldn’t be the ones burying the younger ones.” Blade’s agony was breaking my stance, but I kept holding him and trying my best to stand still even if my knees were weakening and I wanted to cry. “I’m sorry. Fabian. I’m sorry. This was all my fault. If I hadn’t let Soledad get to me, this would never have happened.” Blade mumbled again.

After I woke up from my shock four years ago I have been like that, hating them and doing worst to all prevert I have came across with even knowing the reason I dislike them all. He should thank his star I'm in a good mood I will have cut his dick off totally. "Yeah I mean amputation" T.B.C

“Who the hell is this LifeLens-account? A bunch of clowns with no talent trashing Luna just ‘cause they can’t compose a song like hers?!” He smashed his fingers on the keyboard. “Let me see this ‘analysis’… Wait—what?! They’re dragging us into it too?! If I don’t hack these idiots off the web—” His words caught in his throat. His eyes widened. He wasn’t the only one stunned. Iron Blade, Red Rose, and Sage all stared at the same post. Even Iron Blade, usually the picture of calm and composure, twitched slightly. He zoomed in on the photo once… closed his eyes… then zoomed in again.

Don Tobia stares at me. His flat, unblinking gaze has ordered deaths over dinner and slept soundly afterward, and I have watched it settle on men who are no longer alive, and I have never once seen it flicker with anything that looked like uncertainty. It flickers now. "You are refusing a transfer that was authorized before you returned to this house." His voice does not rise. It never rises. "You are refusing a transfer that settles a territorial debt festering since the spring. You are refusing a transfer that preserves the corridor your brother died to protect."

He reached out to touch her cheek, driven by memories, but Libia’s firm rejection shattered his momentary reverie. "Don’t you *dare* touch me again!" she snarled like a wild animal. Tiodor couldn’t help but smile—she looked like a puppy trying to defend itself. "Stop pretending. It’s obvious you’ve missed me," he said suggestively. "No, you’re wrong. You represent everything broken that a mentally unstable woman clings to. I want nothing to do with you—not even professionally." "So now I’m the worst thing that ever happened to you? Always blaming others for your childhood traumas," he mocked.

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.