Dandy American Horror Novels & Stories

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

she says as tears fill her eyes. The first one looks at me with wide eyes and stammering, "You're the Dhamphir? There's another one? How? When?" "Tsk tsk tsk," Anita says shaking her head holding his chin in her hand, forcing him to look at her. "You're never going to get those answers." She grips him by the collar of his shirt, pulling him to his feet before singing her fangs in his neck. I grab the other one who seemed too stunned to move and drain him in seconds. I feel my strength restore and sigh with relief.

She sounded lost and forlorn, frightened. Daderi swore eloquently. For centuries he had looked after his family. Zande, Amia, Prest, Rich, and Clent. The only others similar to their kind they had ever encountered had been the undead, the evil ones. This creature had slipped past him as a strange, cold wind that had pushed its way through the bar. Daderi had been uneasy, worried; he had felt the presence of another, yet he had not caught the stench of evil. The undead. Evil Vampire.

She was eagerly sucking the pre-cum straight from the head of his manhood, her cheeks hollowing out as she drank him in with messy, loud slurps that coated his pubic hair in wet saliva. But that wasn't all. Another woman lay sprawled completely bare across his lap, her thighs spread wide as his thick fingers buried deeply inside her, aggressively pumping and stirring the dripping wetness between her legs until she was shivering and choking out breathless moans against his neck. For one horrifying second, my brain completely stopped functioning. “Oh my god.” Heat exploded violently across my face while embarrassment crashed into me all at once. Instinct took over immediately. I spun around so

Charles whispered, tilting his head toward her. It seemed like he could read her mind. Emily was speechless. She wanted to respond but didn't want Warren and Daisy to suspect anything. The show started. They all buckled up and indulged in a 3D horror show. Again, it was Daisy’s choice. Emily was not a fan of this. There were vampires, ghosts, and zombies. She found it very childish, but at the same time, she felt scared as the characters were super real with the 3D shades.

I need to think of something because it seems that I will not be able to handle this. "It's already begun!" Kaelynn said enthusiastically, and we all bent our heads so that we couldn't see the scenes but could still hear the dreadful sounds. Daryl, you're a shame! You're the heir to the Lockhart wealth, but you're afraid of horror movies? Not only that, but you're a vampire that is already terrified of noises. I can't take it any longer! I must overcome my fear! Right! This is something I can handle! AFTER 3 HOURS

They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger. "Gentlemen," Dante said, finally removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean. "Meet Sophie. She's getting married in two weeks and wants one last wild night. Think we can help her out?" "Fuck yes," the tattooed one growled. "She's perfect," the silver-haired one agreed, already stripping off his shirt. The athletic one just smiled. "Let's ruin her for her husband." My pussy clenched at the words. This was happening. This was really happening.

It’s not there anymore, anyway. Still. Even when my two normal eyes are open and I’m all the way here and all the way aware, I sense my black eye pulsing. It’s like an itch in the bone, this feeling. Rolling over, buzzing in slow circles. Like a wasp’s nest boiling in honey. Angry. It shows me blood. It sprays a stench of scarlet across people’s faces as they’re talking to me. It drags claws through their eyes. It hurts them, shreds them. I have to watch it like a psychic death-wish. Sick and surreal as a 70s horror film, like the ones that dude by the coast made us watch. I had to pretend I didn’t like them, but I did. What my eye shows me makes me feel the same.

My eyes felt different, redder. They panicked, not moving from their seats but staring in horror. The demon crawled up in my skin and in seconds, I was standing at the second to the right end of the table. My hand rested on the blonde man, the shadow rising with my body. He shook, and I spoke. “Andre. Why did you do it?” Andre gulped, his voice trembling. “Alpha, I…” I didn't let him finish and present claws into his skin. He groaned and pushed himself away, his wolf taking his form and he lunged.

I took the green light to turn my head and see for myself. Imagine my shock seeing Damon in all of his glory standing next to the entrance. Our eyes immediately locked. He waved me over and proceeded to the bathroom area. I followed him with my eyes not making any move. Should I go or not? What could he possibly want from me this time? "I'll be right back," I said getting up from the table. Destiny immediately caught my hand making me halt my move. "What do you think you're doing? What if he's the next Ted Bundy?" she exclaimed seeing that I was about to follow the man. I chuckled at her remark knowing well enough that Damon isn't the next Ted Bundy.