Cerita Horor Romantis Novels & Stories

Fabian and I have been friends for a long time but I just noticed that he has a beautiful body. Ever since I noticed this, I have always been looking at his body, when I think I think his body is getting hotter. One day I invited her to sleep over here at home, I dressed in an attractive dress and did not wear panties and a bra. When he came I told him to eat first but he refused because he said he had eaten before coming here, so I just told him to watch horror movies in my room when the horror movie started, every time I was scared, I would stick myself to him, in the middle of watching the laptop died so we did nothing but to charge it.

Lena trembled in my arms, her body limp, her breath shaky. Mine. My fingers trailed along her spine, slow, possessive. "That wasn’t so hard, was it?" I murmured. She didn’t answer. Didn’t fight me. She couldn’t. I turned her in my arms, tilting her chin up so she had no choice but to look at me. Her eyes were distant, glazed over with the horror of what she had done. But there was something else there too. Something dark. Something that would grow. I grinned. I brushed my lips over hers—not quite a kiss, more of a claim.

I think the pet is… in his mating season? --- Silence. So much silence the air itself felt embarrassed. And then he broke it. “Can you remove your hand from my chest?” He said it between clenched teeth. No wonder my cheek suddenly hurt more. “I will not.” The pain made my brain flip into chaotic storytelling mode. “Little buddy, you are naughty. First let go of my face, okay? Okay.” [I was ready for an R-rated horror scene and instead she turned into a children’s storyteller.] [Little buddy, you are naughty. I am deceased.]

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

“Gem!” She dashed through each room, her heart pounding in her chest until she finally stumbled upon the horrifying scene. There lay Gem, lifeless, in a pool of blood, and her holes destroyed. It was the same as Mike and Reed. Before Red could take the next breath, the haunted mansion vanished along with her friends' dead bodies, leaving her frozen and gasping for breath. With the help of a passerby, she was able to return home. As soon as she got there, she told her mother about her pregnancy, and before her father got back from work, they escaped Hamlet together.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

Michael’s persistence left Heather with no other choice but to agree for the young couple to be together although she was still dissatisfied with Christina. Christina never had a peaceful day after their marriage as Heather mocked and ridiculed her daily. It only got worse when she still had not conceived a baby. Heather even openly brought Serena back home to make things awkward for her. Apart from that, in order to improve her fertility, Heather also forced her to drink all sorts of traditional remedies such as a special alcoholic concoction made by preserving scorpions and red ants.

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.

Because he'd been in the eye of the storm his whole life. "Caelum, please stop saying you're sorry. You didn't bring me into this. The app did. So, it's not really your fault, is it?" I tapped his hand. "But you really did well, Skye. There will always be wolves in sheep's clothing around us. Some don't even bother hiding who they are. But for the most part, you charmed all those sheep," he said, grinning at me with pride. "All thanks to Madam Roserta. I've been hearing her voice in my head the entire night," I laughed.

His deep, wolfish voice filled the night as he serenaded her, his lyrics echoing through the stillness. ‌ Sabrina's eyes sparkled, her crimson hair shimmering in the moonlight. "Oh, Andrei, you make me swoon like a teenager in a paranormal romance novel." ‌ Andrei couldn't help but laugh, his werewolf heart full of love. "I suppose we're living a real-life supernatural romance, aren't we?" ‌ In this world where once-feuding supernaturals now coexisted in harmony, Andrei and Sabrina discovered that love and laughter could bridge even the deepest divides. Their unique quirks and comical daily life created a love story that was as extraordinary as they were.