Guts Scream Novels & Stories

Golfe say. I scream more and I scream harder, but they turn back to their conversation. My head falls as tears fill my eyes. Why can no one hear me scream?

The room seemed to freeze. Nero squeezed, and Silas’s scream erupted—a raw, guttural howl that started as a high-pitched wail, sharp and piercing, like a wounded animal. The pain was immediate, searing, as Nero’s fingers crushed the delicate tissue of his scrotum. The scream deepened, a ragged, choking sound, as if Silas’s soul were being torn out. His body convulsed, the sheet slipping to reveal his pale, flabby frame, now slick with sweat. His eyes rolled back, veins bulging in his neck, as the agony radiated upward, a white-hot fire consuming his core. Nero’s grip tightened, and with a sickening *pop*, he yanked, tearing scrotum and penis free in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprayed, st

Every inhale felt like a razor scraping against my throat I clamped my eyes shut, but the image was becoming clearer, the image of the car speeding towards me, crashing into mine. My body tensed, and a primal scream tore from my throat "Nooooo!" I screamed, wildly pushing away the hand that grasped me, tears streaming down my cheeks. "Save me!!" I mumbled under my breath hugging myself tightly as my body shook uncontrollably

Water droplets from a pipe leak echo in her ears. She closes her eyes. Her body hurts like hell. The pounding pain in her skull seems to go on forever. She can move but is useless because she has been attempting to find the exit but has failed numerous times. She screams every time she hears movement from a distance. She smells her waste and pees. What a fuck. She cries a lot and screams a lot, resulting in a harsh voice from deep within her throat. She's hungry. She can't recall her last meal. The shadow is forgetting about her.

I needed to release it, to scream into the void. “Fuckkkk! I hate you Juliana, you bitch! I hate you Giovanni!” I yelled, the words tearing from my throat, raw and hoarse. My voice echoed in the confined space of the backseat, a futile roar against an unyielding cage. It was a scream to no one, for no one, a desperate release of the venom that coursed through my veins. The sound died quickly, leaving only the deafening silence and the bitter taste of my own impotence.

[Seraphine's POV] "Arrrrggghhhh!" My scream ripped through the tranquility of the night, a visceral outpouring of pain that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of my being. It was a scream born not just of physical torment but of a deeper, soul-wrenching agony that clawed at the very essence of who I was.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

Mal screamed so loud and long his voice started to break. Then, a toe-curling scream ripped through the entire locker room knocked me down, and I found myself falling flat on my ass. It wasn't a simple scream. No. That scream carried lots of pain, enough to knock me down. 'What was that? What is going on? I can't see a thing!' Robyn hissed.

This is a huge, tearing feeling, like someone has reached inside me and is twisting my organs around. "Ahhh!" I scream, the sound ripped right out of my lungs. I clutch my belly, my knees buckling under me. I stumble back, hitting the edge of the desk again just to stay on my feet. I’m gasping for air, the room spinning in circles, the fire in my stomach turning into a roar I can't stop.

I click the record as tears stream down my face. Oh, fuck, yes! Oh yes! Zaaaacccc. Harder! I hold my mouth and swallow the lump hard. My phone falls and I drop into the carpet. Ohhh! I'm coming again! I can still hear their scream and groans and moans. But my heart was stabbed by different sizes of knives and a sledgehammer.