Freaky Story Time Novels & Stories

FREAKY AFTER DARK: CONTENT WARNINGS What You're About To Read This collection doesn't do safe. It doesn't do vanilla. If you're looking for paranormal romance where the monsters are basically humans with extra features, keep scrolling. Freaky After Dark is unapologetically filthy paranormal erotica where supernatural beings act like the feral, dominant, possessive creatures they actually are. These stories are designed for readers who've been waiting for monster romance that actually commits to the monster part.

Why is the happy moments happens so fast and if we are waiting, the time moves slowly. (Lily POV) “Babies, Mommy Charm needs to go to school, you behave okay, the witch is on the other room.” “and you and Daddy Jeoff are the stars in this story.” “hahahaha no, I also have different story, we also have. We are just extra to the messy life of your Daddy Jeoff. Someday we’ll be gone the page of his story, so until we still havce time…let’s use it to have happy moments , don’t be bothered by that witch.”

"Everyday?" "Mmmm hmm." "And what do you guys do?" "We play. But my favourite is story time." I nod my head, "Okay yeah...and what kind of stories does she tell you." "Stories about witches, wizards, mermaids, wolves and stuff." "Xav...you can't come back here." He instantly drops what he's doing and turns to me, "That's not fair!" "It is fair! I don't know this person!" "Yes you do!" He shouts. As soon as he said it, he went pale. "I-I-I mean you should try get to know her then."

“If you sleep now, Papi will tell you a special story you’ve never heard.” Ash paused mid-chaos. “What story?” “Secret. The title is… The Sausage Princess Trapped in the Yam Castle.” I groaned. “Seriously.” But Ash looked spellbound. He grabbed his blanket and dragged Pepper along as he dashed into the bedroom. Thirty minutes, five pages, and one absurd fairy tale later — complete with a vegetarian dragon, a talking prata, and a prince who won a flip-flop racing contest — the tiny creature finally passed out.

We started setting up tents and sleeping bags. A little after dark, we began roasting smores, laughing and telling stories. "Okay, I got a good one, the story of the swamp boogey monster." Trent said. "Heard it, it's not scary" Kayla dismissed. "I assure you its a certified scare alright" Trent bragged.

*** Writer’s POV: The youngsters gathered around their camp fire with marshmallows, mini hotdogs and chips. “So, who starts?” Matt mused. “Scary stories?” Saïda asked. “Heck no. What are we? Kids?” Matt laughed. “Freaky stories, Darling,” Brittany mused. “Right. The dirtiest and freakiest ones we’ve experienced individually and are ready to share with everyone,” Allison added with a laugh.

She said and the couple laughed it off, claiming that they understand "Mom, can we leave please?" Max spoke up in his deep sexy voice that was laced with annoy Immediately they left, "Olivia, how could you greet elders like that?" her mother a What worries them was how they could tell that Max was pi "I didn't come here to be greeting people. Moreover, I did say 'hi' to them." She said nonchala .. Immediately Max and his family settled down on their seat, "she's so beautiful." Emily sai "But was deprived of a brain. Grow up well, dear." Max rep

“It’s pretend tea!” Megan bites her lip, trying not to laugh. I sigh and bring the cup to my lips. “Delicious.” Elena beams. “Now tell me a story.” I blink. “What?” She folds her arms. “You’re my Daddy. Daddies tell stories.” Megan’s shoulders shake with silent laughter. I run a hand through my hair. “Uh… once upon a time, there was a very scary man. People feared him, but deep down, he—”

I watch, wary but curious, as the revenant kneels beside Fyre, who lies propped up on rag-stuffed pillows, her breath thin but peaceful for the first time in days. It—he, now, perhaps—speaks in low, lilting tones, telling Fyre stories of old times and older places. Of nights when the moon was red and wolves danced in the snow, of witches who wove their hearts into stones to keep their people safe. Fyre listens, eyelids fluttering, sometimes offering a story in return: of her childhood in the wild lands, of her daughter’s laughter (Aradia, though she does not name her), of mistakes she wishes she could undo.

I couldn't tell what time it is but I'm pretty sure they; Mom especially must be worried about my whereabouts and wouldn't be able to reach me even if they tried. Our phones were taken alongside my jacket and handbag. "Wanna hear a story?" I questioned suddenly as I noticed him return back into his silence. I don't think I could fall asleep in here and I mostly couldn't go another full hour without saying a word. "Would it stop you even if I say No?" Came his bored response and I shook my head in response earning a loud frustrated sigh from him. "There was a tiny little mermaid soon to be married off to the strongest goat in its tribe" I started my most favorite of dad's fairy tales and the