Technoblade Sadist Novels & Stories

"People say he’s the most ruthless player to ever step onto the ice in the Northern Territory. They call him the ice Reaper because once he targets a player, he doesn't stop until their career is over. He never forgets a debt, and he never, ever forgives." She shivered, moving to bandage my arm. "And the rumors about his personal life... they say he has a true hatred for women with blonde hair. He won't even let a blonde woman sit in the front row of his games. Some say a blonde girl broke his heart years ago, others say he just finds them weak but the truth has something to do with his mother. He’s despicable, Valentina. He’s violent, and he’s the last person a girl like you should ever thi

Not that I could do anything with it, but a girl can dream. He twirls the lollipop in his fingers before popping it back into his mouth. "You're still mad, piccolo?" His tone is lazy, like he can't be bothered to put effort into tormenting me but will do it anyway because, apparently, that's his calling in life. And maybe it is. Cause there's no way, he truly cares if I'm mad. He's an obnoxious man with those dark deep soulless eyes. He'd enjoy inflicting pain, only because he's a sadist.

Maxine was afraid that if it came down to it, Tobias would force an answer out of her. She was worried she’d fold under the pressure and reveal that the elderly man was, in fact, James. If she did, it would force James to go on the defensive and limit his movements. A serious expression crossed Tobias' face as he sat in silence. The only time he had ever lost to anyone was 20 years ago to an elite member of the Blithe Family. His Thirteen Heavenly Swords technique was no match for the Blithe Fist of Abomination.

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

“You are in league with the Russian hit squad?” Breed laughed at this. “Hardly.” “We know you had something to do with Blade disappearing. You hated him,” Wire repeated. Breed narrowed his eyes at Wire. “Yes, I do hate him. He is a fiend, a bad man all the way through. Dealing drugs to kids was one thing but taking kids to be sex slaves? Fuck, that is the lowest shit on this fucking earth!” He took a step closer to the men. “But if I were to take him out, it would be face to face, just him and me. With these.” He raised his fists. “You motherfuckers though. You wouldn’t understand that shit, would you? Face to face, man to man. I wouldn’t have that asshole swiped. No, what I really want is t

"But that is a problem. You see, when two sadists meet, there is an unavoidable fate..." Xavier stood over her, his face having lost the mask of humanity. He grinned at her with his teeth looking like the cartridge of a nail gun. He had his hand over his face like a mask, with his tongue now several times its original length and wrapped around his wrist, and razor claws at the tips of his fingers, one of which he dragged across the surface of his eye and tore open. "When two sadists meet, one inevitably devours the other, and you are way out of your league."

It was very clear that I still had a lot but I was keen. The other thoughts were about the other Dom he wants to bring in, I wonder who it is and why Bradley chose him. Bradley called himself a sadist and he also told me the he gets pleasure from humiliation, my question now is how is he going to get over his fear if he won't even try. I don't seem to have much of a choice in this matter, Bradley is bringing another man and there is nothing I can do about it.

"Scratches from your nails on my waist, back, and thighs." Dontrell leaned in, his voice dark and teasing. "Poor thing." His smirk deepened. "But you love it, don’t you?" I stayed silent, hating that he saw me blush. Of course, I loved it. His gaze flickered with pride. "It's not my fault I can’t take it slow. Men in the Blade family like to fuck like that." I smiled but said nothing out loud. In my mind, though—oh yes, I know exactly what the Blade men like to fuck like. I’ve had a taste of all three.

I look to Jezebel with a question in my eyes: “what do I do?” Her eyes shimmer with unshed tears and gives me a slight shake of her head, saying ‘do nothing’ and ‘stay alive’. My soul burns with anger for my friend, hatred for her mother, and a hopelessness that I can’t change what is about to happen. “Let’s Begin”. Alpha Jameson steps forward to unite the two. “I, Alpha Jameson, hereby present these two to the Moon Goddess. This is a good pairing between an Alpha male and his soon-to-be Alpha Female. Alpha Hanson, do you take Sahanna as your partner? Do you promise to stand by her side and value her council from this day forward?” “I do.”

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble, Erica. I've only ever dragged you into chaos." Before he could finish, I caught sight of Mable staggering to her feet, her eyes burning with hatred. "If you’re so desperate to stay together, then go hand in hand to the other side." Out of nowhere, she pulled out a knife and charged straight at me. Lester couldn't react in time. I squeezed my eyes shut in despair, only to hear the dull thud of the knife piercing straight into flesh. I snapped my eyes open to see a dark shadow shielding my view. Caspian had one hand over my eyes and the other wrapped around me.