Freak Stories Novels & Stories

Tyler, quieter but built solid with those broad shoulders that tensed up when he got excited, and Alex, the storyteller who could turn any boring moment into something wild with his tales. We kicked off the night with a standard round of Never Have I Ever, sipping shots whenever someone hit a truth we had lived, but after a few cycles and the alcohol hitting harder, Sarah suggested flipping it to what she called the Extreme Edition, where instead of drinking for the things you had done, you stripped off a piece of clothing, and that idea got everyone nodding and grinning because the vibe was already charged with that tipsy flirtation. Clothes started coming off pretty fast after that, shirts

"Maia, are you really this stupid, or are you just acting? Someone could sell you out, and you'd still be there thanking the person who did it." His tone had shifted. It wasn't playful anymore. A cold chill began to creep up my spine. This wasn't some kinky game. He wasn't joking. "W-What do you want? Why did you tie me up?" "What does it look like? I caught myself a prime piece of meat, and I'm going to get a good price for it." A prime piece of meat. A good price. Suddenly, every horror story I'd ever read about women vanishing in remote areas flashed through my mind.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

My voice came out softer than I wanted. “You can.” His hand moved. His fingers brushed over my wrist as he turned the page. It was not an accident. I felt the rough pad of his thumb slide slowly across the inside of my wrist. He left it there for a second longer than he needed to. “But you have to stop being scared of the heat. This story has real heat in it, Lila. Don’t sand it down. Don’t make it polite. Write the dirty truth.”

before they ran off whooping, "We're gonna be daddies and she loves us!" Shaking her head at their boasting glee, she also grinned. She might not always manage to act like a lady, and she sometimes dished out as much violence as she condemned, but there sure was something to be said for being a delicate freakn' flower to a pair of big-sometimes nerdy-jocks. Just wait until I tell them it's twins, she thought with a snicker. The End Up next: Jealous and Freakn'

"Was it him again? The Lion King?" I let out a long, frustrated groan, leaning my head against the cool glass. "Every night, Bridge. The eyes, the tattoo... he was touching me in places I didn't even know I had. I woke up so wet I had to change the sheets. It’s getting ridiculous."

The room was filled with an infectious energy, a blend of friendship, humor, and the thrill of discovering life’s unpredictable beauty. As the night wore on, our conversation grew more relaxed and playful. We swapped stories of our most embarrassing moments, each tale wilder than the last. I recounted the time I had accidentally walked into the wrong classroom and sat through an entire lecture before realizing my mistake. Favour shared a hilarious anecdote about a disastrously overcooked dinner in her first shared apartment, and Gift boasted about her uncanny ability to misplace her phone even when it was in her hand.

"Aaa~ Aghh~ Aa~ Aa-Haah~ Oh, fuckk~!!" The delicious fuck had made his embarrassment into fuel for being more turned on. Knowing that everyone was watching him in such a scandalous state... Oh heavens, the pleasure being pumped up his ass was becoming overwhelming. But he didn't tell Kaydrian to stop. How could he, when he was being fucked senseless? "Oouh! Sean, did you owe him money?" A red-haired male student commented. "Or did you steal and pawn his heirloom for $5?" Another chimed in.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Sam said, snapping her gloss shut. "What thing?" Lena asked, keeping her eyes on the road. "The 'I'm just a quiet little mouse' thing. Lena, it’s a party. My parents are in Cabo, Caleb is hosting, and there’s enough liquor in that house to drown a small village. Live a little." "I live," Lena murmured. "I just don't feel like being hungover for Monday morning." "It's Saturday night. Live for tonight, worry about Monday when the sun comes up."