Freaky Story Time Novels & Stories

Episode 15 Warning~ this chapter contains strong language and adult words also sex words, if not comfortable you can skip Quincy I just got down from the cab and whole house looks silent and dark like a graveyard or something but I waved it off and made to open the food but to my surprise it wasn't locked and I couldn't have sworn I locked it this morning so I opened it "mom" I called hoping she was in but I got no reply then I switched on the light and behold I saw......"WHAT" I screamed and flinched in fear "SURPRISE" they screamed everyone was there like I mean everyone in school, the sitting room was all decorated with lots of balloons and ribbons and an happy birthday quincy was boldly

Nora concluded in a silk undertone. Impressed by her good storytelling skills, the kids applauded her as they glued their vote stickers on the voting pad. However, amongst the other kids, some people weren't impressed—Gina Adams and minions. "Oh, PUURLEES. . . This is the lamest scary story in the history of lame scary stories," Gina jeered loudly, her tone wielding the usual amount of obnoxity.

“You still haven’t answered the question I asked.” Alex raised an eyebrow. “Which one?” “How are both of you related?” Then Freddy suddenly stepped in smoothly with a lazy smile resting proudly on his face. “Fairy tales,” he answered casually. I frowned slightly. “What?” He shrugged shamelessly. “Betrayal, blood, fake brotherhood, bullets, revenge… you know, the usual romantic family story.” Alex rolled his eyes tiredly. “You truly enjoy sounding insane.” “I am insane,” Freddy replied proudly. “That’s why I’m surviving.”

he said. "A hologram of Freddy Kruger ripping a kid in half I guess," Frances said. He laughed. "A kid tied to a tree and being tickled by slender hands." "Please say less of that." Frances quivered. "Okay, no horror talks tonight," he said. "Maybe you could tell me about the EGG machine," Frances said.

"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.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

"That's my dare. Tom, I dare you to tell us the most perverted, fucked up thing you've ever done. And you better tell the truth." "Hey," I said with a grin, "Truth is better than fiction. Alright, let me think. 'Most fucked up' is kind of subjective." I pondered a few different stories I could tell, and settled on the one I bragged about most to the boys on the football team. "OK, I know the story for you. So you guys remember Greg and Gina Fosters?" "The twins who moved away last year?" Matt asked. "Greg was kind of hot. Decent dick," Sarah said offhandedly, making Matt wince.

The friction on my clit was intense, building fast. “Oh fuck, Mom—I’m gonna cum!” I cried out, my voice muffled by her pussy. “Do it, baby girl,” she moaned, grinding faster. “Cum on Mommy’s pussy while your stepbrother watches.” The orgasm hit me like lightning. My whole body tensed, thighs shaking as I squirted against her, soaking her cunt and the couch. Sarah followed right after, her pussy pulsing and flooding my tongue and face with her sweet cum. We kept rubbing through it, slick and slippery, drawing out every spasm.

Brianna said sweetly, batting her lashes in a way that was criminal for a five-year-old, “you skipped the dragon part.” “I did not skip the dragon part,” I muttered, flipping the page back with a sigh. “The dragon is right here. See? Big. Scaly. Breathes fire and terrifying.” Aaron, a three years old was sprawled dramatically on his stomach, chin in his palms, frowned. “He’s not scary.” “He’s supposed to be scary,” I argued, rubbing my eyes. “Come on kids, it’s past your bedtime.” “It’s not,” Aaron said confidently. “You promised us one more story.”