Novel & Cerita Horror Adults

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

I have only 3 days left before miss Lauretta throws me out. I went to collect the bill for his meal,his girlfriend is a talkative. She talks like a parrot,I made to collect it as soon as my hands touched his,I felt a tingling sensation, I quickly took the money and left. He stood up and left. I counted the money,while counting it I saw a note.. "COUNTRY CITY MALL...7PM" Oh my god he left a note,he wanted to see me. I contemplated going. I didn't know him enough but, risks are meant to be taken .

It was the old book that was on my bed minutes ago. The longer I was staring at the object that was moving on its own, the more frightened I was getting. I then heard the sound of glass breaking coming from downstairs. That was my cue to go hide under my blanket. There's no way in hell that I was going to check out what the hell is going on. I wasn't like those people in horror movies. I was just going to hide here until my mom and dad come back. ~~~

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If a werewolf had killed or tasted blood, his eyes would turn red and the more blood he tasted, it was likely that his eyes would become brighter. That meant the creature behind me had probably consumed a fountain of it. “Where do you think you're going?” It finally spoke. Its voice sounded like a lonely, yet dep tune played by a lost soul wandering the woods at midnight when children and even adults were asked to not come out. A horror story told to children and most adults to scare them off their nightly adventure. “I said come back here”. I yelled at myself, pushing me out of my imagination. Along with its utterance, came a fast lounge at me. It nearly grabbed me by the collar but I was f

Red snuggled closer to Reed, breathing in his intoxicating cologne while his fingers traced electrifying circles on her hip. She couldn't help but feel extremely horny to be sharing such a kinky experience like this with him. “Today is October 20th, 2020. Our fucking 20th birthday. We are the freaking spooky kids. Why the fuck should we be intimidated by anything?” Light’s deep voice pierced the eerie silence. His cold expression held no traces of fear as he glanced between his friends, from the couple among them to those who were always at each other's throats.

something else. He pulled back just enough for his eyes to lock with mine. "You taste good, Maeve," he whispered, his voice rough. And then he kissed me again, harder this time, more demanding. It was a longer kiss, forcing my lips open slightly. I could feel his breath, his warmth. My hands clenched at my sides, wanting to push him away, but frozen by fear and that horrible, confusing pull. He kept kissing me, deep and slow, until my head spun. When he finally pulled away, my lips tingled. My whole body felt like it was humming. He watched my face, seeing the mix of horror and something else in my eyes. He was searching for a reaction, and he found it.

The door swung open, and there stood Chester, who was supposed to have been a fixture in the morgue for the past two weeks. I nodded at him, my face a blank slate. "It's been a while!" The relatives froze, their exchanged glances screaming silent panic. "Ah!" "He's alive!" "I said we shouldn't visit the morgue after midnight, but no, you had to see for yourselves!" "All this for a few bucks from selling their organs? It's not worth dying over." My aunt, gripping Theodore's arm and shaking it, wailed. I let out an icy laugh, lifted my hand, and gave Chester a slap that left a red mark blazing on his cheek.

"This place isn't like the living world. Skincare and makeup products are scarce, and only the rich can afford them. "In our horror game, the cosmetics are provided by the studio, but because our instance performs so poorly, our budget is tiny. That's why our makeup never looks good and fails to draw in viewers." I caught a word in her explanation. "Viewers?" She gave a small clap. "Exactly. The live comments in horror games aren't from humans—they come from ghosts watching the stream. It's the same as how you humans watch reality shows." I raised a brow. "So there are a lot of ghosts tuning in?"