Creepy Short Stories Book Novels & Stories

And are Dan Simmons books in your rich assortment of mysticism? — Our classics are on the second floor, on the outermost shelf, right next to the stairs. And Simmons... we need to look in the database. Leah headed in that direction, determined to leave today with at least a couple of collectible collections of works, including the short stories: The Dunwich Horror, The Call of Cthulhu, The Murders in the Rue Morgue, and A Premature Funeral. She read them more than once, learning them practically by heart. However, after the move, the number of her books decreased sharply and almost all the works of Alan Edgar Allan Poe and Howard Lovecraft were cut. On the one hand, those books had become di

The earlier teasing had left her aching for more. Her phone buzzed silently on the nightstand. A text from Alex: Come to the library. Now. I need to fuck you. Her heart raced. This was insane. Richard was literally ten meters away. But the addiction was stronger than reason. She slipped out of bed in a sheer black negligee, tiptoeing through the dimly lit halls. Alex waited in the lavish library, surrounded by floor-to-ceiling books. The moment she entered, he locked the door and pushed her against the shelves.

I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love. At The Tasty Place Diner I found what might be my new inspiration. He was tall, almost roughed, not too soft. I don’t know what to make of what happened. “Mr. Blackwood,” he had signed my book; who was he? He was light skinned. I usually like men a shade closer to purple. His chest was broad, too broad. Usually my men are slimmer. He had lazy eyes that looked intense just when he needed them to be. Bedroom McDreamy eyes... And he smiled like a humming bird, glorious and slick.

He pulled out and turned me around so I faced the books before entering me again. I gripped the shelf tightly, afraid I might collapse from the sensations. I could hear our breathing, our moans, and the sound of movement around us. Sweat rolled down my face. Then I felt something I had never experienced before. “Cum for me.” I let go completely with a loud cry. Moments later, I felt him pull away, followed by warmth spreading across my back. We were both breathing heavily. “Damn, I never knew staying in this library could be this fun. I should’ve pretended to be asleep a long time ago.”

With trembling fingers, I opened his zip and pushed his trousers and brief down a little. His cock sprang free. It was long, very thick, and veiny. The head was dark and shining from precum. I gasped and took one step back. It was even bigger than I imagined Professor Hungs groaned and took an equal step towards me and made me wrap my hand around it. “That’s it babygirl. Feel how hard you make me” I snatched my hand back and held them against my chest “wait Prof. I don't think this is a good idea. I…"

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The Coven’s caress stretched on, their hands and mouths relentless, the manor a temple of our shared lust, the night a blur of ecstasy as they claimed me fully. Chapter Three – Coven’s Communion The manor’s chamber transformed into a haven of shadows and silk as the night wore on, the candles burning low, their wax dripping onto the velvet-draped platform where we lay entwined. My body was a canvas of their desire—bruises on my hips and thighs, bite marks on my breasts, cum and sweat coating my skin—yet the hunger within me raged, a primal need fueled by the Coven’s unrelenting passion. The women loomed over me, their breaths heavy, pussies glistening with arousal, eyes locked on mine with a

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.