Novel & Cerita Chat Horror Stories

1. JAYLA The red light on my webcam glowed like a secret heartbeat in the dim glow of my bedroom. I’d locked the door, double-checked it, and pushed my desk chair against the handle out of pure paranoia. Mom and my stepfather were supposed to be out for dinner, but the house always felt too small when I slipped into this skin. I leaned back on my bed, heart already racing, and hit “Go Live.” The chat exploded instantly. @sexytems is online.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

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?”

I admitted. His breath was deeper now. And I found myself speaking up. I told him about the dream where my step uncle pinned me against the wall of my childhood home, my lips parted, wrists tied. I told him how he whispered filthy things in my ear while his fingers slid between my thighs. I told him how I begged. How I cried out. How I woke trembling and wet. With every word, my body remembered. The heat. The ache. He didn't speak. But I felt him listening. When I stopped, I was breathless.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

" Mark tells me as we both enter. After passing Some doors we find ourselves in a basement-like space. Suddenly we hear a loud cry followed by crying and screaming!!. "Shit that's her!" I shout and we run towards a door that we've heard her screen but it doesn't budge so i grab a chair and use it to force the look and we stumble inside the room on the floor to die. After I get up I feel the blood drain from my head.....in front of me tied on a bed I see my beloved kitten crying like a child with a pool of blood between Her legs!!. "Go tell the others and for God sake let the police come in to get this beast, this monster out of here!!" I yell at Mark who also cries at the sight of Lara and h

"Well? Everyone else introduced themselves. Why didn't you? Got something to hide?" I tapped my forehead lightly. "Oh, shoot. You're right. I got so worried that everyone might be thirsty that I totally forgot my turn. Anyway, my name's Cheryl Hewitt. I'm just your average office worker." The five of them traded confused looks, then hurriedly asked, "Have you ever joined a horror dungeon before?" I shook my head. "Nope." Verda immediately snapped, "This is a triple S-rank dungeon! How did you get here with zero experience?"

I wondered how CHENRY had managed to do all that. Perhaps the most troubling information I read wasn’t anything I had to stumble upon with just the right timing, though. It was all over the news—headlines in several different languages on just about any site I clicked on—proclaimed terror was spreading through the Caribbean. If Elliott hadn’t mentioned anything to me, I probably would’ve never made the connection that the bodies piling up down south were vampire related. There was no question in my mind, however, that when he’d told me he would be busy, and I needed to watch the news, this is what he was referring to.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.