Dark Psychological Thriller Novels & Stories

“I don’t know who you think you are. But I want you to watch this very carefully.” That perfect mix of fear and fire made something dark and hungry uncoil low in my gut. I wanted to pin her against the wall, wrap my hand around her throat, and fuck her while she trembled and cursed my name. I wanted to taste her tears and feel her body betray her by getting wet for the monster who had been living in her walls. She dropped the camera and crushed it under her heel until the feed died completely. I leaned back and let out a slow breath. Tomorrow was going to be very interesting.

Periodic sexual assault suits magically erased with daddy’s money. I watch as he leans over the bar, a smug, practiced smile on his face. She blinks, clearly surprised, but then she smiles politely and responds to him. An immediate, sharp jolt of something dark and utterly uncharacteristic flares behind my ribs. It is the just annoyance. It’s a cold, possessive friction that makes my blood run hot. She doesn’t belong in a conversation with a parasite like Sterling. Hell, she doesn’t belong in this room of sharks.

I caught a glance at him. All I'd needed to do changed into investigating his eyes. If he stuck me, something horrific would happen. Something honestly horrific. Sparks of sadism have been like glittering gemstones in his eyes whilst he'd visible that collar attraction. I failed to realize what it intended, however, I knew it intended something to him. I knew that something scared me even greater than Doctor Great had. I had the sort of darkish fantasies maximum human beings best noticed of their nightmares either, as it intended I had numerous creativity to assume the worst viable outcome. I had an evil mind of being a sort of slave present to a vintage friend. I was heightened with the fee

Even if it was, I desperately wanted it to be a nightmare that could never be the truth. However, look at my luck, it was true, the dark truth about me that I killed my one and only friend, my best friend, Jiahn Kang. She was in a lot of pain, pleading, begging me to spare her life. Was this really me? A person who could never see her loved ones in pain and here I was, the one who killed her own best friend, a best friend who was more than an elder sister to her.

The penetrating stench of blood enveloped the darkroom. The floor was covered in dried-up blood. Handprints of pure terror were embarked on its dreary concrete walls. The reek could make one sick to the bone. A woman was chained around a metal pole, her eyes dead and body bathed in the crimson liquid. Her vision faltered and she groaned in pain from the bludgeoning. Alarming thuds of footsteps closed in. Each step of this psychotic beast makes it more heavy and threatening.

erica smiled “Where is he? “He is in the dark room, he thought he was going to get some,” erica bitterly laughed Erica and Elise went to the darkroom where they found Mr. Jackson screaming for help. Apparently, Mr. Jackson was an accountant for 'TRIPLE E group of companies'. he stole a huge sum of money and fled out of the country. Erica had some information that he was back in the country. She traced him and lured him sexually. “I’ll handle it from here my daughter,” Elise told erica. “You can go to rest now."

It was as if he had conjured up the dark side of her character and it was insidiously taking her over. Her skin heated, disturbing recollections of an hour past filling her conscious mind, and so real were those images that Lara could feel the touch of his hands on her flesh, feel the hot, hungry onslaught of his mouth on hers. With a trembling hand, Lara poured herself another coffee, mortified by her own lack of mental discipline. It was time she got herself back under control... but just how easy was that going to be with him calling all the shots? Perspiration dampened her eyebrow.

“If you keep up with that, you're gonna leave me with a bruised arm,“ She eyed his grip, with clenched teeth. “Fucking let go already.“ “Just one night,“ Arthur rasped, tightening his grip around her waist. Standing on the dancefloor, with the multi-coloured chandelier directly over their head, Arthur knew he was prone to getting attention. It was a bold move standing at that spot longer than a minute. A very bold move, for someone who dreaded scandals. “Let me go! I've seen your likes, dealt with them…“ “I doubt anyone could be as agonized as I am. So no, you haven't seen my likes as I'm the only one of my kind,“ “If you're willing to wager your life just for a night with some random

He feeds off of utmost violence and pain of others, and he'll treat his plaything no differently. Zara wants to—no—needs to survive, she needs to reach the light so very desperately. However, will she eventually be devoured by the darkness that overpowers her mind, heart and soul? Will she succumb to the insanity until she's bled dry by the same man who once made her heart glow? - - - ⚠️ Warnings ⚠️ - Keep in mind, the story will be dark and sinister. - This material has content that may be disturbing to some readers. If you are uncomfortable with mature/triggering content, continue at your own risk.

But when Morana nodded and allowed Daniel to do what he should have done, it was at that moment that Daniel didn't hold back at all anymore. Beat after beat that made the bed under them creak, mixed with the sighs of the two of them. It is this sound that dominates the hotel room they occupy. Echoing between the bedroom walls and bouncing off the ceiling… The moonlight that penetrates in, becomes a silent witness for the two people who are pushing themselves to achieve worldly pleasures that cannot be described in words. Again and again… They did it all night… # # # The room was dark and gloomy because none of the lights were on, while the owner was holding his cellphone tightly and standing