Cringe Alert Novels & Stories

"The only scream you should be screaming out of your mouth are your moans when I fuck you, do you understand?" She was crying, she couldn't move, he pinned her down so hard, she could hardly breathe. He put the phone beside them with the right angle to record. She was struggling to breathe with his hand covering her mouth. He lifted her skirt and pulled down her panty. She shook her head and cried even harder. She felt him unzipping his pants and pulled out his penis. "Oooh it's hard baby ... so hard it's gonna be good ... just try to relax, you might as well enjoy this," he rubbed himself on her. She screamed her lungs out, she couldn't believe it was going to happen to her again. She was g

He turned to stare at Eartha. Eartha cringed and shifted uncomfortably in her seat. It wasn't as if guilt wasn't eating up her own insides as well. Mide continued pacing. 'Alacrimia,' he muttered. "But nobody ever had in our family.' Eartha sighed, slightly annoyed at his peevishness. 'Mide, didn't you hear anything the specialist said? We're both carriers and-' 'But how come we never noticed? How could we not have noticed? For God's sake, she's our daughter! Why didn't we ever see anything weird for the past nine years!'

Mark refused. And Lester who saw it snorted softly. "Why is it inappropriate? Are you embarrassed to have lunch with me?" asked Lester curtly. Made Mark unable to help panic any more. "T—that's not what I mean, boss! I just—," "—then go with me. Stay with me," said Lester with great emphasis. And Mark was unable to refuse anymore. His personal assistant nodded afterward. "Okay, boss ..."

He was trying to breathe which seemed difficult for some reason. "Something wrong? Is it too much?", she asked looking down at the dress. "No. it's fine." He stated and tried to look away. A part of his brain was screaming "YES! YES! YES!" but the other part was to focus on trying to remain a decent human being and not stare. It was a fight he wasn't sure which side would win. "If you say so.", she said looking him over again wondering if he had a fever or something considering the look on his face.

[Tires screech ominously! [Crash!!!] ___ To be continued ___

When it steps closer, I catch a flash of eyes—yellow, glowing, locked on my house like a hunter sizing up prey. I stumble back, my breath ragged, the hum a scream in my veins. My vision sharpens, the room too bright, every sound too loud—the drip of the faucet, the creak of the floor, my own heartbeat thundering in my ears. I clutch the counter to steady myself, but my hands are shaking, and—oh God—what’s happening to me? My nails dig into the countertop, and I hear a crack, sharp and impossible. I look down, and my stomach lurches. The edge of the counter’s splintered, tiny cracks spiderwebbing where my fingers grip. That’s not possible. I’m not strong enough to do that.

_*]:min-w-0"> Then someone screamed. _*]:min-w-0">

On monitors. _No cages. No monsters. Just us._ *Crack.*

The world didn’t just glitch; it began to **scream**. As Aris Vance’s pulse hit zero, the indigo dawn outside the basement window was replaced by a flickering, jagged crimson. The "Global Empathy Link" I had just created—the bridge that was supposed to save humanity—was turning into a noose. Five billion minds, suddenly connected, were now experiencing the sensory overload of a "System Crash." I felt it in my own head—a million voices crying out in a synchronized wave of terror as their reality began to pixelate. The wooden beams of the house turned into translucent wireframes. The smell of the morning air turned into the metallic tang of static.

"You're a cripple now, so let's see how you're going to fight me now." Suddenly, his hand tilted, and the entire glass of scalding hot milk poured over my arm. A sharp, burning pain exploded through my nerves as I grunted in pain, and my crutch slipped from my grip. I lost balance and crashed heavily to the floor. A searing agony ripped through my leg, and cold sweat from pain soaked my back. But what broke me more was the music box that tumbled from my arms and clattered onto the floor with a crisp crack.