Book Terror By Night Novels & Stories

I could see that he was genuinely worried. “Yes, it was just a nightmare. A chillingly lifelike and haunting dream...” I mumbled, my voice sounded groggy. It was just a nightmare, right? A small chuckle escaped me and I looked up at him. “I guess that is why it’s called a nightmare. Night terrors often feel incredibly realistic.” I could still feel the remnants of fear lingering in my mind, as if the dream had embedded itself into my thoughts. The more I tried to shake it off, the stronger its grip on me became.

“Money? Ransom?” Neither answered. The eerie silence only made my fear worse. If they weren’t demanding money… then what did they want? A shiver ran down my spine. I tried to keep track of the roads, but the unfamiliar twists and turns told me we had left the city. The bright streetlights faded, replaced by dark, empty roads lined with trees. We were heading somewhere remote. And that terrified me even more. --- My mother stood in the middle of the street, her hands shaking as she reached for her phone. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs, her mind still struggling to process what had just happened.

Grabbing my towel that was placed on a rack close to the newly bough couch in my room, I heard a noise come from the bathroom. I frowned, opening my night drawer and taking out the small piston I had stolen from Enzo's room. I took a quiet step to the bathroom, turning the knob...I pushed open the door at once and raised my gun. My jaw dropped instantly, cause standing right at the middle of my shower was L'Angelo Dell Terrore in his glorious nakedness and he was staring right at me, his hand holding his crotch! TBC

With a dull, wet crack sound Night's body twitched and a tremor went through his muscles before he went still. Rain was gasping as she was pinned up against Ben's chest in his arms with her towel wrapped around her head. She'd heard the screams and she was terrified but she couldn't see anything. She heard shouting and more screams, running feet, then Ben gently carried her for a few steps and set her down on her feet. She yanked the towel off when he finally released her and looked around frantically. Ben's expression was grim. She looked back and saw Night's still body on the tiles. A male staff member was checking for a pulse but the shocked look on his face told her the man on the floor

I moaned before I could stop myself as I began to dip two fingers in and out of my warm, wet center, fucking myself hard, desperately chasing the high that kept slipping just out of reach. What did they say about the terror that moves at night? I swear, at this point, I couldn't recall that saying because real terror wasn't just a proverb. It was the heaviness of someone's presence standing over me in the dark. This terror was indescribable. And before I could stop to register what it was, a large palm clasped down on my mouth while another found my open thighs. I felt the hand envelope the back of my small hand, which was still deep inside my pussy, trapping and pinning me, forcing my own f

She still couldn't find a clue about the terrorist and she was increasingly haunted by fear when she remembered about the figure of the terrorist who was standing near her car. Could he be waiting for me? Hazel thought in horror. She couldn't have stayed the night in her office because the terrorist was waiting for her outside. She was tired. She wanted to go home and meet her adorable girls. There was no other choice she could do, she had to face the terrorizer right now. If she was lucky, she could see his face clearly up close. But if she didn't, she would be satisfied that she had managed to face her frenzied fear.

Night Terrors Mickey pov I had just finished showering off the debris from my rampage in the forest when the screaming started. The sound cut through the walls of the pack house like a blade—high, desperate, and filled with the kind of terror that came from reliving the worst moments of a nightmare. I moved faster than humanly possible, covering the distance from the upstairs bathroom to the family room in seconds. What I found there made my heart stop. Lily was still on the couch where I had left her, but she was no longer peacefully sleeping. Instead, she was trapped in the grip of what was clearly a violent nightmare, her small body thrashing against invisible restraints while she screame

HE KEEPS WATCHING CHAPTER 83 [ And so he keeps his eyes wide like a hawk as they were trained across to her, never leaving ever actions as he dwelled, and pry…] To where it all starts, the street of Mexico unlike before ceased with noise. The door locked, each house that laid side-by-side have its lights on, if not off to repel the darkness, which looms. Or perhaps, a precaution not to feel entrapped as a victim of the killer who was terrorizing the road. It’s been months to whereas they had lived in terror. The fear they are filled with intensifies with the news uprooting, the death of the missing doctor, who had been set up inflamed. It was traumatizing. The sight of her burning body left

I cuddled up next to him and he wrapped his arm around my waist as my head lay comfortably listening to the slow heartbeat in his chest. He pressed play on the movie that I had come to realize was ‘The Texas Chainsaw Massacre’...I wasn’t easily scared by horror movies but this one did make me jump and hide my face a fair few times. Each time I would jump, Niklaus would let out a small laugh, squeezing me slightly and shaking his head. I rolled my eyes each time—not everybody could be as brave as him. He didn’t need to pretend to be all alpha male and laugh at my adrenaline kicking in.

"Tell him whatever you think it is best 'cause I won't be showing up. If 'she is asleep' that comes to your mind, say it. Or 'she don't wanna come' it is fine by me, 'she doesn't want to see you' whichever way. I am not just coming." "Okay then." "Thank you as you do so," I plugged my earpiece, then laid back on bed. "Goodnight." **** (No! Whimpering! Darkness! Fire! Tears!) Noo! Not again! I pressed my back against the wall, folded up a leg, then I dug my finger into my hair. This is beyond me mum, dad! I can't handle this all alone. What is the secret behind this nightmare? *** The shadow was moving closer. It was following me all over again. This couldn't be Brad. That was not Brad. So wh