Buzz Lightyear Scream Novels & Stories

{TW: DARK ROMANCE, ABUSE, DADDY KINK, PSYCHOTIC, VIOLENCE. This is not your typical dark romance novel, it gets darker with each chapters so if you can't handle it, kindly exit, not all Male leads are heroes some can be your worst nightmare, if you are looking for love you won't find it here} *********************************** "Won't you like to open your gift, Bambi?" It wasn't a question. César Navarro never asked. He commanded. When Anya Esmeralda Torres untied the silk ribbon and lifted the lid of the velvet box, her world shattered. Inside, staring back at her with dead, lifeless pupils, were the green eyes of Giovanni De Luca.....the man whose gaze had made her uncomfortable all evening. Her scream ripped through the silence. "Now his eyes will never trouble you again." He said it like he'd given her a necklace. Like dismemberment was romance. Like murder was love. César Navarro, known in the underworld as Calavera, wasn't just the founder of a billion-dollar tech empire. He was the Skull—mafia heir, executioner, and obsession wrapped in a tailored suit. And Anya? She was his cage bird. His possession. His favorite game. But Anya wasn't born to be caged. She was fire—wild, defiant, desperate for freedom. And no matter how many diamonds he draped her in, she vowed to escape. The question is: can you ever run from a monster who always finds you? Or will love become the cruelest prison of all?

Near the end of the year, my best friend, Bethany Greer, and I decide to buy matching gold-plated bangles from Temu for ten dollars just to keep up appearances. The moment we open the package, we both freeze in shock. The heavy weight in our hands and the dazzling shine of pure gold practically scream luxury and authenticity. My hands tremble as I quickly snap a photo and message the seller. I text, "There seems to be something wrong with this order." The seller replies instantly, sounding incredibly arrogant. "Why did you only say something is wrong only after you received it? What were you doing earlier?" I try to send photos as proof. "No, seriously, look at what I'm holding first. I ordered fake bangles..." The seller does not even look at the pictures and immediately sends a voice message in an incredibly rude tone. "I don't care what you order! Once the package is opened, there's no seven-day return policy! Even if it rots in your hands, that's your problem! Don't try making excuses to scam stuff for free. Once the packaging is opened, it belongs to you. Not even the Almighty can help you return it! "And if you dare spread nonsense, I'll report you for posting malicious reviews!" I stare thoughtfully at the gold bangle on my wrist that is worth thousands of dollars. Well, since he insists so strongly, I guess I'll reluctantly keep it. I just hope he doesn't regret it when he realizes the real bangle is missing!

Each time he cut off my air flow, the edge got closer. My pussy clenched wildly around him. I felt high and fucking drunk. “You’re mine now,” he snarled. “Fucking mine. You cum when I tell you, and you thank me when I fill you.” “Please,” I cried, body thrashing. “Please, I need to. . .” “Beg.” “Let me cum,” I sobbed. “Please. I’m your fucktoy, your little slut, your whore, just let me. . .please. . .” His hand released my throat. “Cum. Now.” My scream broke the room. READY TO INDULGE IN YOUR WILDEST FANTASIES? This is a sinfully seductive collection of short erotica stories that dive headfirst into the deliciously dirty side of desire. Each story explores a different slice of lust, from forbidden flings and dominant obsessions to irresistible lust that burns hot and fast. Inside, you will meet possessive alpha heroes who know exactly what they want, and it’s always her. Whether it’s a cocky professor seducing his eager student or a steamy late-night encounter between longtime neighbors who’ve waited far too long to give in, every chapter brings something dark, filthy, and unforgettable. These stories celebrate the raw, messy, and magnetic power of sexuality. No shame. No rules. Just unfiltered pleasure. If you’re looking for unapologetic smut with fantasy-driven heat and dominant heroes who love hard and claim harder, you’ve found your next obsession.

“DON’T LET ANOTHER MAN TOUCH YOU UNTIL I RETURN. YOU ARE MINE." 358 days. That’s how long I have to obey my husband’s one rule. That’s how long until the ruthless Supreme Alpha—the man who left me untouched on our wedding night returns to claim what’s his: my body, my soul, my everything. 358 days should’ve been easy. Then his sons came home. Kade, the charming leader. Keziah, the quiet storm. Thorne, the dangerous rebel. Three alpha triplets who look at me like I already belong to them. Three stepsons who make my wolf scream “MATE” every time they get close. Three devils who’ve made a game of breaking me before day zero. Every touch is a test. Every whispered promise is a trap. And with each day I cross off the calendar, the line between loyalty and desire blurs. Day 1: They watched me. Day 30: They touched me. Day 100: I stopped saying no. My husband left me a virgin omega aching for something I’ve never had. His sons are determined to give me everything he didn’t. And with each passing day, I’m less sure I’ll make it to the end without breaking his one rule completely. 358 days to stay faithful. Three alphas determined to make me theirs. The countdown has started. And I’m already falling.

"Are not you going to spread these pretty legs for me like you did before on our first night?"- his dark eyes spoke as those venomous words fell from his mouth tearing my heart into million pieces, his eyes roaming on my half body ditching every shame. I still didn't make any move, only stood there like a statue, clutching my hands on cloths as if my life depend on it and indeed it was, my eyes again and again filled with tears as I blinked them away, he took his steps closer to me, " What are not my little obedient ?" he again asked , his lucid stare burning my entire being, a smirk making its way onto his lips. His eyes sparkled seeing the uneasiness in my eyes, he loves to witness of my tear, my pain as if it satisfy his inner self, he was a monster in a human form. The chill runs down in her spine, she was feeling her legs are getting weak, he held her jaw roughly with his left hand and pressed himself on her core making her scream in fear, "Ryan..Please..." I try to plead, came it out at whisper, before I can say anything he threw my body on the soft couch bouncing leaving my mind numb, as I heard him spoke "Take off your cloths before I lost my each and every sanity, and believe me if I took lead you will done with your this life." *************** Mature content ahead.

On April Fools' Day, Seth Sterling, the campus heartthrob whom I have a crush on, invites me to a karaoke lounge bar to have some fun. But when I arrive at the private room, I find out that all three of my roommates, who I'm enemies with, are there. One of my roommates is about to leave when she pauses in her tracks and turns back to look at us. "Did you guys see the words floating in the air?" The next thing we know, the lights go out in the private room. A scream rings out afterward. When the lights are back on, the roommate who has spoken up earlier is gone. "Where did she go?" I swap looks with the other two roommates quietly. Then, I stand up and pretend to look for the missing roommate when in reality, I'm trying to sneak glances at the live comments in the air. The commenters are cheering with each other. "I told you so! Someone in their dorm can see us!" "No wonder the male lead keeps flaking out on the female lead! A filthy slut who's capable of seeing the live comments must be seducing him this whole time!" "Let's kill her! That way, she won't be able to affect the lovey-dovey relationship between the leads!" Kill? Did my roommate disappear because she could see the live comments? I tremble violently at the thought. My first reaction is to open the door and get out of this place. But that's when the live comments grow more agitated. "Hang on! Someone else in this room can see us!" "We must find her!"

I’d just wrapped up a short trip with my daughter, Elara. On the way back, I figured I’d swing by the Hale, our family’s casino, to check in on my son, Cassian. Maybe grab dinner together. I didn’t expect to be mistaken for his latest fling. Correction: not mistaken—accused. Violently. “You think you can just waltz in here like some queen?” she hissed. “I’m the woman Cassian loves! What kind of whore are you? And is this your bastard daughter with him?” She locked us in the basement. No phone. No light. Just concrete walls and the stench of mildew and madness. Then came the fists. She slapped me across the face—again and again—until my skin stung and my ears rang. When that didn’t satisfy her, she pulled a gun and aimed low. The bullet tore through my knee. I bit back a scream, shielding Elara with my body. “You need to die, whore,” she spat. One of her men hesitated, “We should at least tell Mr. Hale first. If we are going to kill these two in his casino.” Lila of course said no. But that man brought Cassian anyway. My son stepped into this dark little room like it was any other Tuesday—until he saw me. His whole body went still. The blood drained from his face. And then, in the smallest, most broken voice I’d ever heard from him, he whispered, “Mom? What are you doing in my basement?”

I built them up. I gave them everything. And they destroyed me. I thought love meant sacrifice. I thought friendship meant loyalty. But I was wrong. I bankrolled my boyfriend, helping him rise from nothing, believing in his dreams. I took my best friend under my wing, giving her everything she never had. But while I was away, enjoying a much-needed girls' trip—the one she conveniently backed out of—they were busy betraying me in the worst way possible. I found out by accident. A simple call from his phone, meant to tell my best friend I was back, turned into the moment that shattered my world. "My baby." Those words on the screen made my stomach drop. And then I read more. "I’m just after her money. Once I get enough, I’ll leave her. I’m collecting from her and her father. I’ll use her and dump her." Every message felt like a dagger to my heart. The man I loved, the friend I trusted—they had been plotting against me all along. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think. I can’t think. I can’t breathe. What do I do? Do I confront them? Do I scream? Do I fall apart? I want to wake up. I want this to be a nightmare. But it’s not. This is my reality. And I don’t know what happens next.

I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine." "Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan." --- Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really? Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

My son, Miles Glover, has just been accepted into one of the top colleges in the country when my wife, Teyana Packard, sends him to a plastic surgery hospital for forced gender reassignment surgery. His only crime? Defending me and insulting Teyana's assistant, Hunter Leach, and his daughter, Cassadee Leach. To avenge them, Teyana orders the surgeons to operate without administering anesthesia, leaving Miles to scream and writhe in agony. I drop to my knees and clutch the hem of her clothes desperately. "Teyana, Miles is your son too. If you're resentful about something, take it out on me. Don't hurt our son!" I beg. She looks down at me with icy contempt and kicks me off the platform. "Your precious son bullied an innocent young lady and drove Cassie into depression. Turning him into a woman so he can face the world's scorn is only fair! "Now you can feel the exact same agony Hunter and his daughter felt!" Fighting through the unbearable pain, I make it to the hospital where Miles' surgery is being done, only to see him jump from the building. Right then, I hear another voice drifting down the line. "Let's forget it, Teyana. If Wesley finds out you divorced him ages ago for our sake, he'll just make another scene." My world shatters, and it feels as if my soul has left me. I grab my phone and dial the all-too-familiar number. "As long as you can save my son, I'll agree to anything!"