Horror Collections Novels & Stories

I was hysterical when Hamdan even brought the object closer to me. "Aaaaaa!" I screamed loudly as her hair touched my thigh. "Don't Hamdan, let go. Let him go!" I screamed louder when Hamdan put it on my thigh. I looked into his eyes glaring at me. I suddenly felt dizzy. Honestly, I can not meet this one creature. It would be better if I met the top class mafias than having to see this thing. I'm still traumatized when I watch Chucky's latest horror film series which was released last month. If you don't know, just try looking for a horror doll movie with that title. Enough, I can't do anything. “Ahahahahahaha, I'm so scared Evan. You bastard.”

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

His wrinkled face looked like it was crawling with countless wriggling worms. I shuddered and stepped back, whispering to Silvia, "Good thing I've got you. This place is terrifying." She snorted and suddenly shoved me forward, straight toward George. With an icy laugh, she said, "This pretty boy will make a great offering. You're going to love him." Before I could react, George gestured, and several eerie puppets stepped forward to pin me down and drain my blood. A sharp bell rang out, echoing through the night.

If he moved even a little, those bosses would immediately pinpoint his location. The moment his cooldown ended, Jack dragged me and fled back to the real world. Because the bosses in the horror game could not enter the real world. After finishing off the last two players, all the bosses gathered to hold a meeting. The Patchwork Monster straightened a crushed chair, took out needle and thread, and stitched it back together. Soon he made a new table and ten chairs. All the SS-rank and SSS-rank entities gathered around and looked at the boss leading the group.

But as the images sharpen, horror crawls up my spine. The thumbnails are nauseating. Young boys and girls—far too young—are bound and bleeding, their eyes empty or wide with terror. Some scenes show adults masked in wolf imagery, laughing while they hurt them. The titles are vile. “Training the Pack," "Little Prey," "Broken Howls." "Jesus," Hayden breathes, his voice hollow. All the blood drains from my face. I feel sick to my stomach. "They've been doing this for years," my husband whispers, his voice cracking with disgust and rage. "This isn't just Rachel. This is... a network."

The living room was a gallery of stillness—his collection. Dolls propped against the couch, the walls, their limbs locked in lifeless submission. Eyes glassy, unblinking, but he knew they were still there inside....aware, screaming. The only movement came in the faintest flicker of their pupils, straining against the paralysis. The neighbor's body hit the bed with a silent impact, her blouse slipping off one shoulder. Her lips trembled, but no sound escaped. Nothing ever did. Just the quiet hitch of breath, the desperate flutter of lashes as she stared up at him.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

Enzo explained and Callum snapped his eyes in horror. "Otherwise they would have harmed Stephen". He said in a terrified tone. "They wouldn’t have actually. Since Stephen is hybrid. It's a bit different with him. The pack would have stood by him. Ace and Zol are vampires. They can only punish a vampire. Are you getting my point"? This time Max spoke.

Arnold stood furiously at the dining table in a full of raged. His face was covered up with sweat and I could see the liquid in his forehead dripped down his face. His eyes widened up in horror, looks like he was going attack whoever came close. His chest beat faster, visible inside his house wear. I heard the sound of thick liquid as it drizzled down the tiled floor continously, their are blood traced on the floor. Up to his palm, was a hand soaked in blood. His arm trembled to the reaction of the cut in his palm.

Even printing documents meant running hundreds of yards to a copy shop outside the building. The torment from both lives gnawed at my nerves until I felt I was about to be driven mad by this absurd, malicious hostility. At last, the workday ended. The new fingerprint scanner had been installed. The moment it was time to clock out, I rushed over. This felt like my only hope. If I could escape the curse of the fingerprint machine, maybe I could finally find a breakthrough or some explanation for all these bizarre events. I took a deep breath and placed my hand on the new scanner.