America Horror Stories Novels & Stories

I have tried to seduce Lena countless times, but she always shyly pulled away like she was scared of getting tainted by me. I wanted to break that innocence. I wanted to hear her scream out my name in pleasure while I pounded her from behind as her huge tits bounced from the impact. I have envisioned this fantasy so hard that thinking about it made my dick twitch in my pants painfully. I fantasized about how warm her tight cunt would feel when I was balls deep inside her. How it would feel like when I fucked her mouth while those innocent brown orbs looked up to me like I was her salvation. And I would worship her like the goddess she was, if only she would give me a chance.

The next second, the Patchwork Monster tore the man in half. He tossed the body outside casually. Just then, a crisp, bell-like voice sounded outside. “It’s after work hours, who’s so rude as to be throwing bodies around?” A young girl with three heads and eight arms appeared at the doorway. With just one look at the shop, anger filled her voice, and her hair stood on end. “Who the hell had a death wish and smashed the Number One Must-Eat shop in the entire horror game?”

he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead, “was merely the first page of our story.” Their story ended there, with Cora wrapped in the arms of a demon, her body sated, her soul promised, and her future a terrifying, exhilarating blaze of unknown passion. She had gotten everything she had ever fantasized about, and she had never been more perfectly, completely damned.

Her granny called her almost everyday just to know what she saw the previous night and Juana would tell her everything. Sometimes, Juana didn't see anything at all, sometimes she saw good things, but most times, she had nightmares. When her granny called to ask about her dream the night after she saw something about avocados, Juana refused to tell her about it because it involved someone dying. The person was dying. Not dead. She didn't want to imagine any of her parents or even her granny dying, when she tried to, the imagination hurt her so much she got bad headaches. Juana felt like telling someone about it, talking to someone about her whole life, but she wanted a neutral person because

The guy quickly went inside the car, and the vehicle quickly drove off. "Wow, he could be the son of a billionaire!" Amaia whistled under her breath. Anyway, she doesn't have any time to think more about that time. She's going to be late, and she needs to run... NOW! ========================= At the "IT Magazine" Office... "Morning, everyone!" Amaia happily greeted her co-workers as she was walking to her own working desk. Amaia is working as a paparazzi at the infamous "IT Magazine." Their magazine specializes in revealing the celebrities, and the rich and the famous’ dirty little dark secrets...

Ang ikalima ay Western-inspired – kahawig nito ang white palace sa Lord of the Rings at makikita sa loob ang mga characters sa Autopsy of Jane Doe, Saw, Wrong Turn, Insidious, Conjuring, Jack the Ripper, mga halimaw sa Resident Evil at iba pa. Ito ang location ng photoshoot para sa poster at ilang eksena ng movie ni Blue entitled “Scared to Love You”. Tungkol ito sa isang lalaking natakot nang magmahal at nagawang maka-move on sa nakakatuwa at nakakatakot na paraan sa tulong ng kaluluwa ng isang babaeng na-comatose kaso sumasapi sa katawan ng kanyang ex-girlfriend. Nang nakapasok na siya sa loob, he was breathless and panting.

And it’s already had a taste . Tales from The Lake Vol.1 anthology—Remember those dark and scary nights spent telling ghost stories and other campfire stories? With the Tales from The Lake horror anthologies, you can relive some of those memories by reading the best Dark Fiction stories around. Includes Dark Fiction stories and poems by horror greats such as Graham Masterton, Bev Vincent, Tim Curran, Tim Waggoner, Elizabeth Massie, and many more. Be sure to check out our website for future Tales from The Lake volumes.

“I can see you a lot better this way. So, why can’t you sleep?” I positioned my phone on the stand near my lamp, holding myself on my side. “I hate storms like this. Always have.” Just as I said that, a crack of lightning shot blue across my window, making me squeal. “Sorry. Storms make me jumpy. I’m not used to being alone like this during one.” “I’m sure. You can talk to me for as long as you’d like. I’m just up preparing for a case.” “Oh? Well, get some rest. I won’t disturb you.”

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

“We can see which holes she likes best to be fucked in.” Hannah was a tiny, petite and utterly gorgeous girl. Nobody was entirely sure of her heritage but she looked perhaps half-Portuguese. And the image of her naked on a bed, her small breasts on show, Helen between her legs, pushing a thick strap-on into the girl, stretching her out... I was getting hard again, and quickly. “We need condoms,” I said. “If we keep talking like this I’m liable to fuck you again.” A smirk from Helen’s beautiful lips. “What about Carol, then,” she said. “You like the look of her. What about her, bent over a desk, skirt up, begging for cock?”