Novel & Cerita Histoire D'horreur

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

He nods his head slightly telling me to continue. “What was it that started when you were 15?” I ask politely. Ash takes a moment to decide if he should answer that straight away. “It was nightmares. They started when I was 15 I would see these most hideous beast, animal’s that can only be found in your imagination. Most of the time I would be in the woods of a mountain called Aurelia Spires and I would have a weapon to kill them with like a bow and arrow or a long sword and a shield. Then a week before I turned 16 I had a dream about being out with my friend in the woods, we were camping there and this beast emerged from the bushes. I still remember the screams coming from my friend as the

The kind of thing that required no effort to make a statement because it had been cut by someone who understood that the statement was already in the woman wearing it. I arrived at eight. The venue was the kind of place old money used when it wanted to celebrate itself, high ceilings, soft lighting, the particular hum of three hundred people who all knew each other well enough to be comfortable and well enough to be watching. James Harrington, seventy-two and sharp as he had ever been, found me within five minutes of my arrival, shook my hand with both of his and said he had been following the Lumière story for three years and that tonight felt like the right moment to say so publicly.

All I have to do is ignore them, and I'll be fine. -------------------------------- "I really hate being in the library." Hilary complained. They were sent to the library to research about the history of their town through old newspaper articles. "Shut up, and help us. Come on." Henry, her twin brother said. "Hey, guys. Look at this." Xavier found a news article dated thirty years ago." Xavier announced. Everyone gathered around him, except for Landon. "Young boy found dead at the boy's locker room?" Olga read title of the headline.

A promise. “You do not belong in her story. Not in her light.” The wolf stepped closer, it’s massive bash making the air around her tremble. Then it raised its left paw, slow, deliberately, and hovered it over her face. A claw the size of a dagger glinted in the lightless void. Marisa screamed. High, raw and primal as the paw began to lower toward her. —————— She jolted awake with a sharp cry, heart pounding, drenched in cold sweat.

But to her decimal display she found the red finger marks holding her to a frightening shock. As she looked through the mirror a devilish laughter of a woman with canines out, completely black with hairs waving on all sides appeared. The rocking chair which was stationary earlier started moving now. Amara was almost into a panic attack. It wasn't her hallucination. She indeed experienced his torture and the woman in the mirror....she at once disappears.

The only time the villa was ever this quiet and empty was after my mother’s death. A deep sense of dread and urgency quickens my steps and as I twist the doorknob, the first that hits me is the horrifying stench of death. My fingers fly to my lips to stifle a cry. Hugo sits in his chair, his neck bent at an unnatural angle with two, battered holes in them. Fangs. “Sainte Mere de Dieu (Holy Mother of God),” I breathe in disbelief, noting three more bodies on the floor, all sickly white, their faces contorted with pain and decay, their eyes, unseeing.

She franticly tried to cover up as much of her exposed body parts as possible as she turned around. Two black silhouettes towered over her, and a red flicker lit up from a smoking cigarette. Then, a low rumbling growl vibrated through the air, and their soul-chilling eyes glowed in the night like burning coals from the pits of hell. "It's time to play, little human." a calm and unhurried voice spoke in the dark. Minnow could feel nothing but blind terror, and the fear sealed her throat. Suddenly they grabbed her legs, and she screamed out a guttural cry.

I immediately cover my mouth before Bo inserts his penis inside me. He grabs my hips and begins to slam himself harder and harder with each stroke. Things begin to fall off of my desk from the sheer force with which he was pounding me against my desk. When he finally climaxed, he turned off the black box, and began to laugh. I was so out of breath that I couldn't say anything but I looked at him with a look of confusion on my face. He stifled his laugh before asking, "How many times did you cum?"

So here goes nothing, I think, and lead my brothers deeper into the yawning blackness ahead. "It stinks down here," Roberto mutters. "That's because these tunnels are over one-hundred years old," Connor states. "Can you imagine all the booze they used to sneak in through here?" "Barrels of it, I'm sure." Roberto nearly bumps into me when I abruptly stop. "What's up?" Cocking my head, I listen closely, trying to hear past the dripping water, wishing I could see beyond the looming obscurity and endless shadows ahead. "I thought I heard something."