Grindr Horror Stories Novels & Stories

I had been holding onto the bottle so tightly that it broke. “That’s one way to relieve tension,” Cracker grinned. “Do you realize what this means?” Grace snorted and smacked her friend upside the head. “This is the part where the bad guys---!” “Has anyone ever told you you watch WAY too many horror movies?” Jill cut her off as the rest of them laughed. And with that, they ended up in an argument about movie facts vs. actual facts, which I didn’t pay attention to. I was still trembling, trying to shake off the fear that was threatening to close in on my throat. I breathed slowly and strangely found it comforting when Cook gently stroked my back.

Knowing your mate being hurt was one of the worst pain to our beasts. [He's agitated, but Soulstrom helps a lot.] Kirsch comforted me, but he sounded worried himself, [Last time he heard about Jason trying to hurt you he went in total rage. So he's actually doing considerably well!] [He what?!] I gasped, looking up at Kirsch in shock. All three of them suddenly turned to stare at me. "What's wrong?" Granny asked with a frown, her eyes fell on me for my huge reaction. "Why are you telling horror stories on a dark night!" I rolled my eyes, found an excuse quickly.

Her gaze froze on his throat, and the truth struck her like a sword: a deep gash pierced his neck, from which a stream of blood gushed, soaking his clothes and flowing into a dark pool at his feet. A horrified gasp escaped Miranda's lips, followed by a piercing scream that shook the villa to its core. It echoed through the corridors, bouncing off the walls, filling the night with a scream of terror, grief, and disbelief all at once. It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her.

I slowly wrapped my hands around the huge cock and began rolling it up and down all the while my eyes were fixated on him. "Fuck!" He grunted, his hand stretching over to grip my hair. "Fuck! You're making me lose control," he whispered. The same way he was making me lose control too. How we got here I didn't know. I wanted deliverance on my sin but here I am adding more sin.

She was also having the same thoughts, but she tried as much as possible to control her emotions. They went to the precinct immediately to inform the captain of their recent discovery. Sophia and her partner walked into the captain's office, their expressions serious. The captain looked up from his desk and immediately noticed the tension in the room. "What's the situation?" he asked, his voice steady. Sophia took a deep breath and began to recount the details of their investigation. "We received a tip from the wife of the first victim about the creature terrorizing Greenwood," she said. "The witness described the creature as a half-man, half-wolf."

Just dust and cobwebs and a single rocking chair. The police said I must have imagined it. Stress. Exhaustion. Too many horror movies. But I know what I saw. And sometimes, late at night, when I'm alone in my apartment, I hear a soft scuffling in the hallway. I feel eyes on me, watching from the shadows. And I wonder if she's still hungry. I wonder if she's already found another girl to take my place.

I hurried over and tapped the man. "Hey, are you okay?" My hand touched his back, and I froze. A chill ran through me. I turned him over. Every muscle in me locked up. It was the guy from 603. He had multiple stab wounds to the chest, blood soaking his clothes and the mattress beneath him. I nearly collapsed to the floor. What the hell was going on? "Are you out of your fucking mind?" A furious shout rang out from downstairs. It was Jacob. Worried he might run into the killer somewhere in the building, I pushed open the stairwell door and hurried downstairs. In the darkness, my foot struck something, and I nearly tumbled down the stairs.

Chapter 1: Caught Fucking Around Trigger warning: This story is raw, gritty. It's not the kind that pets you. It will strip you off your pride like a little dirty dog, take you to your peak and punish you harder. When you're done, your pussy won't be the only thing that leaks... your master's marks will be your new tattoo, and little puppy, you'll thank him for it. Drop now if you hate dirty stories with degradation. Britanny's POV