Novel & Cerita Horror Books Adults

Still the rain didn't look like stopping anytime soon so she thought she'd look around, maybe she could find a cheap copy of one of the classics she liked. Tara dropped this idea as she began to wander between the shelves, the books all seemed very odd. Those which she could read the titles of were things like 'The Occult Magick of the Amazon', 'Guide to the Dark Dimension', 'John Dee's Rituals', 'Demon Summoning' and 'Aleistar Crowley's Full Works'. Tara thought she'd heard of the last guy, some sort of mystic from before the Second World War. However the odd books didn't disturb half as much as the things which were dotted around the book shelves. All manner of weird items such as wands, a

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

She kind of looked like a demon. Carefully as not to startle her, he settled on the opposite side of their table and asked in a low voice, "What are you looking for?" The books she stacked on the table caught his attention. "'The Expanded History of Death'," he read the titles aloud, "'Funerals through the Ages'. 'Life after Death: the Existence of the Afterlife'. 'Creatures of the Night'. Are you trying to know more about Hellborns and the Underworld?" Calix was a lot of things, but unfortunately, he wasn't thick, Kat lamented. "Yes."

I steeled myself and opened the door. The hallway was awash in red. Smears and spatters of bright and dark blood covered the walls, the floor, and my door. My head reeled. What the hell happened? Why was there so much blood outside my door? Hadn't the guy in 603 seen it through his peephole? I couldn't help looking toward apartment 603. To my surprise, the door stood half-open, and it was dead quiet inside. I picked my way past the bloodstains and made my way to apartment 603.

One entire wall was fully occupied with a massive bookcase filled with academic tomes, with titles such as Advanced Calculus, and Partial Differential Equations - A Practical Application. There was one very special volume entitled Differential Calculus and the Search for Intelligent Life. The author was one Dr. Anna Grant. My mother. My lover. The sexiest woman in my universe. I knew that crammed inside the bank of five-drawer filing cabinets were research papers, exam sheets, notes, and files. But one cabinet, securely locked at all times and to which I have a key, was filled with stunningly sexy skirts and blouses, shoes, lingerie, and of course scores of nylons of all makes, styles, sheen

I was terrified, yeah, but I was also so goddamn horny I felt dizzy. A shadow fell over the doorway. I didn't even hear him move. I gasped, spinning around, and my cheek came in contact with it. He had stripped down to nothing. He was standing there, towering over me, and his cock was right in my face—a thick, heavy, terrifying rod of muscle that looked even bigger in the humidity of the bathroom. The silver ring through his hood glinted under the lights, and a single drop of precum was beaded at the tip.

I hope I do not end up screaming so loudly that my baby decides to make an early entrance into the world. I have always preferred romance novels over any other genre. There is something comforting about them, even if they do not always reflect reality. Horror, on the other hand, fills me with dread. It gives me a wild imagination, and I often end up with nightmares after reading or watching anything scary. I remember the times in school when my roommates would roll their eyes at me during horror movies because I could not stop screaming. Eventually, they would kick me out of the room, and I would miss the rest of the movie. The memory makes me giggle, though it is tinged with a hint of nosta

he said as the tip of his fingers touched the lips of my wet pussy. He picked up my heel and used the pointy tip to stroke my pussy. “Ahh…” I moaned softly. He brushed my clit with the tip of my heel as he spread my folds open. “I’m going to make you feel helpless,” he whispered. Without warning he thrust the whole tip of my heel into my vagina. “Fuck…” my legs trembled as my hands clenched. “I want you to see how deadly your heel can be,” he muttered as he thrust the tip of my heel into my wetness. It kept going deeper with every thrust.