Ddlc Scary Novels & Stories

Steve and Kyle looked excited, but Demitri and Becca were not really into killing their brain cells. "I don't know." Becca said, rubbing her arms in discomfort. "Please Becky? I want to have some fun memories with you before finals." Kendra begged. Becca thought about it, but was still uncertain. "You know, I read something that said like.. alcohol only kills the dumb brain cells." Kyle encouraged. Demitri put a hand on Becca's shoulder.

I blushed Damon sat beside me too and asked, "So what kind of movie did you got?" "Horror, it's the only one I haven't watched yet plus they said it's extremely scary too." Serena replied "Extremely scary? Cool, I love horror films." Dylan and I stated. We laughed at the coincidence and Dylan stated, "Jinx, now you owe me one." We truly are destined and we're soulmates, that's why we have same interests! Dylan offered his sweater and stated, "It's cold here, Olivia, you should have brought a jacket."

Before she could fully grasp the meaning, Greta flinched and jumped three feet away in fright. I helpfully explained, "It's an incurable sexually transmitted disease." Hilda froze, and her face turned beet red. In the next second, she started wailing out loud. "How could you slander me like this, doctor? What will become of my reputation? You're an incompetent doctor. You're a quack!" After yelling at the doctor, she instinctively turned to Greta for support. To her dismay, Greta had already retreated to the doorway. With a pale face, Greta stammered, "Doctor, I was sitting so close to her. Could she have passed it to me?"

Lucy sobbed and whimpered, wriggled, and writhed in both physical and emotional pain as Dracula sucked out the blood from the dreadful wound in her neck once again for a few seconds before she gradually stopped. Then Trey’s voice was heard, saying “We’ll fade to blackout in three… two… one aaaand CUT. I love it. Anita, you okay?” Clayton pulled out his face from my neck and looked at me. He wiped tears from my face with his thumb, cupping the back of my head with the other hand. “I’m sorry, babe,” he whispered. I smiled slightly and sniffled while he pulled my hands to help sitting up, then whispered back “That’s okay, Clay,” before talking a little louder. “I’m okay, Trey. This guy’s Dracul

I asks and they both nods. “Yes, why?” “How the f*ck is that someone f*cking saw me while I was f*cking unconscious!? When in fact, I am inside your f*cking unit, Moli!” I freaked out. Their eyes widened upon realization hits the three of us. “Sh*t!” Moli cussed. “F*ck!” Jill cursed. “Right!? Now, explained that to me,” I scoffed. “You're not coming back in Moli's condo unit.”

Marcus is waiting for me in the hallway, grinning from ear to ear. “Dude! You killed it!” he whispers loudly, slamming his hand onto my shoulder. “The monitors in the back were lighting up. The producers are already talking about making this a multi-part holiday special.” “It’s insane, Marcus,” I say, shaking my head as the reality sinks in. “A month ago I was planning to spend Turkey Day alone on my couch. Now I’m about to eat Chloe Vance off a dining room table.” “Go get ’em, champ. Don't leave any leftovers.”

I open my mouth, but no words come. The hallway light illuminates everything. Every stain on the sheets. Every mark on my skin. The way Richard’s hand is holding mine like he has no intention of letting go. Becca’s eyes fill with tears. And I realize that the most terrifying thing isn’t being caught. It’s that even now, even with my best friend standing in the doorway, heart breaking in real time, I can feel Richard’s cock pulse inside me. And my body clenches back.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

Emily asked, her voice barely above a whisper. “Not yet. They’re still waiting,” Daryl admitted. “We’re fucked.” (At the bar) “I dare you to pluck one of your eyes out,” Hound’s voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it carried the weight of a death sentence. The room was silent. The girls, as well as Lucas’s friends, sat motionless, their pale faces frozen in horror. Vomit stained their clothes, the stench of alcohol and fear hanging heavy in the air. Half the bottles littering the table were empty.

Duncan replied firmly. “That will be your leverage, Duncan!” I told him. “If you have all those videos, I will be ruined A anyway. I won't let them get in the hands of my archenemy! You can kill me if you want but you won't get what you wish for!” Duncan was firm in his answer. I could tell how determined he was right now. “Knock him out and drop him off!” I ordered. “As you wish, boss,” Bobby answered. “And listen carefully, Duncan,” I muttered. “This USB drive will be in my possession. Try to threaten Annie again and you won't lose only your career. I will make sure your life ends too.”