Hooked Stories Scary Novels & Stories

NOTE: THIS STORY IS NOT EDITED!! THIS IS MY FIRST STORY EVER. DO YOU HEAR THAT EVER? I WAS INNOCENT AND DIDN'T KNOW MUCH ABOUT WRITING A STORY. BUT IT IS BEING EDITED NOW SO BARE WITH ME. WITH THAT SAID, ENJOY>3. Hannah "Crap!" I shout as I stubbed my toe by accident, stepping out of my room. "What happened this time?" "It's nothing, I hurt my toe. I'm fine though."

The smaller one gathered up the lighter things. I made a note of the plate number out of habit, and then unfolded the flyer and stared at it as they drove off. It was a cheap-looking photocopy covered with what looked like ads for horror movies that had been torn out of a newspaper, with hand drawn pictures of skulls and bats filling all the other blank spaces. Big swatches of text in old-fashioned fonts mixed with words made out of cut out letters from magazines covered the rest of it. Midnight Spook Party SEE the dead return!

"Yes, I'm talking about the town. What was the name before Genesis?" "I answered you, the name was the town. That was what everyone called it." "Amazing," Nothing was surprising anymore because the whole town was a big bag of surprises. "How many more minutes until we get to Grandma Sadie's house?" I asked, anxiously. The story was really scary and very beguiling. "We got fifteen minutes more, we're close to the town's square. I'll show you the library when we get there." Even though I didn't want to see it, my highly curious self nodded at him. I bet it was ugly and scary, like a haunted house or something. Who would want to see something like that though? Me. Deborah Waters.

“next time am not getting this high is this even real or am I just hallucinating damn you weed! “ she said as she stopped and only looked at the men thinking she is hallucinating and waiting for one of them to touch her and maybe he would believe then it is real. The one man she was with was getting close to her with his clawed hands and was opening his mouth that had very many sharp teeth, Stacey closed her eyes and waited for the worst to happen at that moment but one strong man came e just in time and pulled the man before he could even touch Stacey.

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

I don't even have his number! "Hello? Who's there?" I whispered. It was like a horror movie. The girl in the forest screaming and running for her dear life. Maybe it is Jordan. He is a douchebag but can he pull such a stunt just to scare me? One thing I learned from the horror movies I watch is never to scream and run so I backed away and tried to be in the shade because the moon was up and bright. I don't want to be spotted or watched by who may or may not be my predator.

With a choir, singing in her living room! “Beth,”Emma said ever so sweetly,“honey,are you totally sure you weren't having a dream?You must realize how this sounds!All this talk of caskets and corn children giving you ominous warnings….did you watch a horror movie before bed?You know how those upset you.” Beth composed herself as best she could.”No, I didn't watch a horror movie Em.I came downstairs thinking I’d left the telly on and there in my living room was a casket with me in it!And a choir of children.”

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.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

"Honey, our ship doesn't leave for another three days. "However, we still have one last ace up our sleeve, the most valuable insurance policy. "Honey, you've got one more act to play – a staged suicide by jumping off a building." When I remained silent, they both took me by the arms and led me to the hospital's rooftop. Chester would not stop yammering about how safe it was to leap from the 60-meter-high building. He boasted about the safety net he rigged up below, assuring me that a blindfolded count to twelve would see me land without a scratch.