Goosebumps Novels & Stories

Both my socks are torn on the knees but that's the least of my worries because I can hear footsteps approaching me. The footsteps draw nearer and nearest but I'm too scared to scream. All I'm doing now is moving backwards which is quite difficult considering I'm doing it whilst still sitting on the ground, I'm pretty sure I'm bruising my back. "P-please don't hurt m." I beg the silhouette that's drawing nearer and nearer. I still can't see but I can tell it's a man and I'm fearing for my life. "No need to fear." He says and I instantly pick up on the all too familiar british accent.

he whispered right into my ear, and I had to repress a shudder when his warm breath fanned across the sensitive skin of my ear, causing tiny goose bumps to break out across my flesh. “Holy shit, I am in soup.” I said to myself mentally.

Goosebumps. It was as if the cold water didn't have any effect on me, my whole body was on fire, it all felt like 3D because I could feel him . . . his hard cock against my ass, his fingers tracing up my shirt, fumbling to remove it, his long hard fingers between my legs.

Goosebumps appeared on Xu Yi’s skin after hearing what he said. Her hand froze, chopsticks still in her grip. She lowered her head to look at her food. She felt a gust of cold air on the back of her neck, but she did not dare to move. “Hurry up and eat. The food is getting cold.” The top of her head felt warm and she could feel her scalp getting numb. That perverted man must be hovering over her. How could she eat when she was being stared at by a devil?

She kept on running. "Blair stop, I can't run any further," her mother panted. But Blair continued running until, out of breath. Her face was flushed red. Her heart beat wildly inside her chest. Tears streamed down her cheeks. She knew she wouldn't get much sympathy from her mom, so she tried to wipe them away. The sun shone high in the sky above and the wind blew strongly against their faces, bringing a fresh layer of sweat to Blair's forehead. Suddenly, Blair's eyes fell on a glass and ice started freezing in her whirlwind running steps, which froze so fast that she fell on her face. But her eyes did not move away from that glass. She felt something moving inside, some kind of strange forc

“Be still. I won’t hurt you until you make me.” Goosebumps pebble my flesh when he slowly parts my folds and slips his index and middle finger inside me. There is no build up, no foreplay. His touch is gentle, but the intrusion itself is rough, consuming like he’s trying to claim a part of me. The sensation overwhelms me in an instant. Fear, hate, and loneliness all swirl together into one unwanted feeling.

I could feel the sudden heat, the tension snapping taut between us. I folded my arms, chin lifting. “There,” I said, voice trembling despite my effort to sound steady. “Happy?” He swallowed hard, eyes dragging over me. My skin razored with goosebumps , spreading fast across every inch his gaze traveled. He swallows hard and forced his eyes back to my face. His restraint looked painful, like it was taking everything in him not to close the distance between us. When I looked down, I could see his length hardening with each passing second. His fists were clenched so hard that his veins were out, running across his arms.

Like it’s struggling to contain all the new, foreign, yet familiar energy simmering beneath it. My breathes come fast and my skin prickles with goosebumps, even though the room is warm. My whole body aches, not from pain, but from want. I squeeze my thighs together uselessly with a whimper. Then the scent hits me. My bonds. My mates.

Was I about to be used for a ceremonial ritual? My skin prickled, not just from pain but from something else, a crawling coldness. Not the usual kind that kisses you and makes you shiver for a second. No, this one hugged me in places I didn’t expect. Goosebumps bloomed where there should have been fabric. My arms, my chest, even lower— God.

It irritated me. " Yes you do," he points out, taking a step forward until his boots brush my toes. I have not breathed yet. Goosebumps rise on my skin like tiny hives. I am deafly allergic to his words, my breathing haste. I bit my tongue when his heated eyes caressed my face as if he was trying to imprint my image in his head.