Hooked Horror Stories Novels & Stories

They lingered behind us, and every two seconds, I would turn back and look to see if they were keeping up with us. "Oh, let them be, stop being such a worry wort, they're fine, nothing can happen to them." Abigail linked her arm in mine. "Don't think you can get out of this discussion about how you and Alex hooked up, I want all the deets." It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her we hadn't hooked up, but just as I opened my mouth to negate it, I closed it, because that's exactly what Alex and I had done. We had hooked up severally with no promise of any strings attached. No promise of tomorrow nor sticking together, come what may. We were just coasting and it hurt me to my bone marrow whe

From the way he sounded, she knew she was in big trouble, and she couldn't escape! As his steps count closer, the more her fear grew. Heart thudding, Mariana slowly turned to face him. “I'm asking you a question, girl!” he growled. “I… I couldn't sleep. I wanted to get some fresh air.” She lied, wiping her clammy hands on her t-shirt, eyes widening in horror. “Oh.” At this moment, he was close. He leaned in, capturing her tiny waist abruptly. Draws her closer to himself. “Do you know what happens when people lie to me, Mariana?” he whispered. His words fell like hot breath on her face, which sent a shiver down her spine. “They die.”

I wanted to cut off his tongue and feed it to dogs. She was so shocked and felt ashamed. Though she didn't have to feel ashamed of those lies but still looked as if she wanted to get away from everyone's piercing eyes. I wanted to hide her from everyone. My feisty warrior looked shattered today and I hated it. That is the reason she doesn't trust men.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

Chloe asked in a soft voice. “Lively feasts… I bet it smelled so good…” The little hungry ghost licked his lips. “Granny, you’ve had it rough,” grumbled the poltergeist. Meanwhile, the livestream comments were going wild. [Guys, I’m emotionally wrecked! I’m watching a wholesome family drama in a horror game!] [Sniff… Granny’s story hits so hard, I’m missing my own granny from back home!] [Help! I can’t believe I’m crying my eyes out over a horror game!]

His jaws were chiseled and he had a face that even the gods would be jealous of, but before the man could even open his mouth to speak. A flying kick landed right in his temple sending him crashing into the ground, Genevieve screamed in horror as she didn’t know what even made Hazel act like this man was some monster from some folklore. “I said get your filthy paws off Lady Genevieve!” Hazel shouted, embracing the much smaller Genevieve in her arms like a mother protecting her child but Hazel’s stern face soon loosened up and contorted into one of fear the moment she realized he wasn’t moving. “Y-You killed him!” Genevieve screamed at Hazel, and they both began freaking out because they knew