Hooked Scary Stories Novels & Stories

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.

Eventually, with time, more and more of these presences will find a place in these vacant and unoccupied spaces, and more people will be aware of them causing more fear that they can feed on. And the vicious cycle continues... So we begin a whole bunch of stories connected to these academic places, dear reader. We truly hope you like them. Enjoy! +++++++ Hi there, guys! I’ve been a member of this page (Paramdam) for a few months now, but this is the first time I’m going to share a story with everyone. It’s a bit on the long side, but it’s worth it, so please bear with me. Ever since I was a kid, I’ve loved listening to or reading those scary kinds of stories. It’s become a family tradition f

“Suck daddy’s cock like you mean it.” I moaned around him and did exactly that, taking him deep, sucking hard on the way up, tongue working every inch I could reach, making it wet and thorough while I stayed on my knees in front of him. I kept sucking him…wet, steady strokes, taking him as deep as I could while my hand worked the base. Spit ran down my chin. Harry’s breathing grew heavier above me. Then his grip suddenly tightened in my hair. He pushed me back until the back of my head met the wall and held me there. Before I could adjust he thrust forward hard, burying his cock straight down my throat in one rough slam.

“That drunken BASTARD! That dirty, drunken BASTARD! The car with no headlights flying down the goddamn highway. That stupid, drunk bastard hit and killed us!” And then Paul let out a primordial scream which rivaled the devil himself! So loud, the birds roosting in the trees, thousands of them flew out of the graveyard! Now every year on Halloween, Paul Butterfield and Ben Eisner repeat the night they died into eternity. “Mikayla, why are you hiding under the blanket? I thought you watched scary stuff all the time?” “Oh Grandpa, that was the scariest story you ever told!” “Well, whatever you do, don’t tell your mom and dad, they’ll have my hide!”

Hot tears starts rolling down my face as I opened my mouth to talk and I was mumbling on my own words. “I-I went haunting. We went haunting. We were asked to get some materials taste was scattered all ove rthe camp for the bon fire and I went with-” I paused at the last part because I was not sure how he would react when he would hear the last part. He broughtbme down to the ground and the moment my feet hit the hard ground mysenses cane back. This man literally just man handled me. “You have been a very naughty girl, Olly and I will show you what they do to naughty girls.”

“They forgot the rules. It won’t happen again.” She shook in his arms. The dark thrill that had pulled her back to him twisted violently into something far more terrifying... pure horror at the casual violence she had just witnessed. This wasn’t a thrilling fantasy she could walk away from when the yacht returned to shore. This was Viktor Garfield’s real world... brutal, unforgiving, and soaked in blood. He tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his eyes. The charismatic predator was back in his gaze, but now she saw the monster clearly beneath the charm.

He bit his tongue, and blood poured from his mouth in drips. I stepped to get another tool—a set of hooks hanging on the wall. Their points glinted even under the poor light. "Silver cuts through our bodies like butter. You know that?" The scarred wolf's eyes flashed at the hooks. "You wouldn't—" The initial hook broke through the flesh of his shoulder before he could stop it. His scream was loud, cutting and bouncing off the cell walls. "Names," I said flatly. Nothing. I drew out the hook, and watched as the blood flowed down his chest, then drove it into his thigh. His leg spasmed fiercely.

His question hung in the air. I chewed on my lower lip, debating how much I should reveal to this virtual stranger. Despite our online banter, sitting here in person with Tomas felt dangerously intimate. An unsettling sense of vulnerability washed over me in crushing waves. I was in over my head, I just knew it. But I forced a sardonic smile onto my face anyway. "I guess it's the same reason people watch scary movies or jump out of planes. It's the thrill, that edge of danger, the morbid fascination with the dark and macabre." A half-smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "So, should we craft a story about you? A girl, not an heiress but a regular girl in a café, kidnapped by a guy who lov

A young couple were packed in a remote spot when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news bulletin. A madman had escaped from the nearby asylum. He could be identified by the hook he had in place of his right hand. The girl wanted to be taken home immediately... When they arrived at her house, the boy went over to open the car door for her...and hanging from the handle was a BLOODY HOOK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

He pulled his belt off in one sharp tug, the sound making me flinch. “You scared?” he asked, pulling my wrists above my head and tying them together with the leather strap. “Yes.” “Good. You’ll be scared until you get addicted.” He shoved my knees apart. “Open wider.” I obeyed. His mouth dropped to my pussy without warning. I cried out. His tongue moved rough and slow, dragging through my folds, then flicking hard over my clit. “Lucian—oh—” He bit my inner thigh. “Quiet.” I whimpered.