Technoblade Sadist นิยาย & เรื่องราว

My best friend Chloe had unknowingly stolen the love of my brother and fiance. Afterward, she told them I nearly killed her trying to win the livestream prize money. They all believed her and felt sorry for her. Even my mother thought Chloe was more like her real daughter than her adopted one. Chloe was thoughtful and considerate, while I was worthless. Even worse, years ago, I caused my father's death. So they wished I would just die. I used to have Dominic, but now he had been taken from me too. "You have Wolf Soul Deterioration. You have two months at most," Joseph said gravely.

Kissed my knuckles. “We’re going to be okay,” she said. I looked at Isabella. At Kamsi. At Sofia. “I hope so,” I said. But deep down I knew. Vic the Blade wasn’t done. He had lost a few men. Lost a debt he thought he owned. But he hadn’t lost his taste for blood. And men like him never stopped until they got what they wanted. Or until someone stronger took it from them. The room went quiet again. Machines beeped.

“Completely one hundred percent untouched. Not even a paw accidentally brushing up against her.” “I assure you, I will not touch your daughter. I have no interest in doing so.” “Good.” He smiled a pretty fucked up smile. “Because while stabbing assholes is my favorite torture activity, I quite enjoy slicing balls off too.” My fingers twitched slightly at that. “And I can’t guarantee I won’t do both if I have you chained up.”

They started to thrash against their restraints, begging and crying for me to stop. I snatched the sharp blade and marched over to the first piece of shit. I gripped his dick and pressed the cold steel against his shaft and slowly moved the blade back and forth like a saw against his skin and watched his dick fall to the dirty concrete floor. He let out a howl of anguish, but I felt nothing. Turning toward the second asshole, I raised the blade again, and there was another cry of agony that sounded like an animal being slaughtered when the blade sliced off his dick.

Lucian heaved a deep sigh and turned to continue with what he was doing with what just happened at the back of his mind like it never did. Follow me on I*******m @goodnessshadrach, would love to see you there :)

If there were a way he could deal with Lysander, he would have done that a long time ago. He strode over to the unconscious men on the floor, kicking the one who had killed himself. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. “Fucking pathetic humans. Can't even do work well even with the enhanced performance drugs!” He bent and drew the knife the man had used on himself. He strode over to the bodies of the unconscious ones. One by one, he thrust the blade into their chest and watched them writhe in pain before they died. He just stared, unfeeling at them.

I went to stand up but was stopped when she put up a hand. A moment later she stopped continued and continued, "Ten years passed and your father receives a letter much like yours. He was angry at Drael for saying such things but he knew not to take the words he had written lightly. He strengthened the pack and anticipated Drael's attack. When Drael's finally attacked the pack he was defeated by your father. Angered and embarrassed Drael walked away from the fight and when all was settled he took his son and snuck into our house. He took your father, tortured him, and finally sent me back the burnt remains of your father. I had cried for a week until I set out on my own. I left the pack and y

This was the 99th time I was told, under the healer's disdainful gaze, that my private part was infected and ulcerated again. "If you don't take care of yourself, this will get worse and could kill you." I swallowed the humiliation, forced a self-deprecating smile, and quietly accepted the healer's blunt, uncaring words. I was the mate of Grote Mendoza, the Valkyrie pack's Alpha. His desire was insatiable, and he needed me day and night.

Blanca was there. Ms. Blanca went on to talk about the well-publicized case of two teen players of Dungeon Raydens who had ended up stabbed to death after a virtual melee spilled over to the real world. Kate of course felt bad for her fellow teens who’d never have the chance to grow up, discover their dreams... But as soon as Ms. Blanca started her righteous and grim tirade about MOBAs and the Internet in general, Kate zoned out. It was just like that morning when the commentator in church said “Please sit” right before the homily.

she yells back to his hearing and he stopped firing. "Yes baby, scared of the name huh?" he asked grinning and waited for her response. When she didn't answer him, he continues, "Let me tell you a little story about myself. I've been Dark Blood for the past 5years now, and can you guess how many girls I'd played games with? Hahahaha, you can't guess, let me help you out with that. In each month, I always have a victim and the exciting part of it all is my victims are in different countries and cities. Now multiply 12girls in each year to 5years, how many is that? 60!" he exclaims and laughed out loudly in an annoying way.