Horror Online Dating Stories Novels & Stories

Yara suddenly choked on the onion ring that had just entered her throat. Adam looked at the empty glass in front of Yara, then handed her the glass containing half of his vanilla latte. Without hesitation, Yara drank it. Her throat was burning, and there was no way she could ignore it in the name of her pride. "I can tell my aunt that we are not suitable for dating, and in the end we decided to be friends." Yara smiled mischievously, what kind of friend had never communicated, what kind of friend threw curses at his best friend.

But everything has been so chaotic lately. Cora's silence conveyed her scepticism, but she allowed me to continue. "And about the man who brought us to Auntie's house," I confessed, hesitating over my words. "He's... he's a werewolf, and he's the one I'm dating. Though dating might not be the right word.” There was a pause on the line before Cora's voice sliced through the air with razor-sharp clarity. "What do you mean, 'seeing might not be the right word'? And what does that mean?”

Crowburn. The town is said to have been built right above hell itself. "There is a myth about this town that every 100 years on Halloween night, demons from the very pits of hell come up to the earth and roam the streets, blending into the disguised populous searching for the perfect bride for their Prince. The Prince of Darkness himself. It is believed that the women die as they are never seen again, and every year, the demons return for more women." the woman speaking, my grandma pursed, taking a sip of water before continuing.

The tears never seemed to stop rolling as they chained our hands and feet together before pulling us like goats to their destination. Children wailed,lads and lasses shivered in fear but I wasn’t scared. My only source of living,my reason for being on Earth was dead and there’s nothing I could do. We’ve heard several myths about the vampires but experiencing it was different,I awful…..the ladies who tried to fight back were either sucked to death or raped brutally. Even my neighbor Molly was raped to death,it still brought shiver to me but…… I’ve got to be strong if I want to get out of here alive.

Looked like Loren had gotten carried away, Ria thought. "You know, of all the ghosts, the most dangerous are the ones that carry grudges and regrets…" Loren rambled on again. Ria started to think that Loren liked horror topics like this. "What do you mean?" Ria responded while reading through some of the articles she found earlier. “I have a story that my mother firsthand experienced. She once rented an old house that was haunted by a spirit full of regret and anger that almost brought her to an terrible accident…” Loren had already started preparing her story when Ria noticed that the clock already indicated that their next class was about to start.

Once upon a time, there lived a kind cople of elders. They had a beautiful love story. They were friends since childhood and stayed by each other side till they became old. Nothing could their them apart. Not even the fact that the woman could not get pregnant. They lived happy, in a small village, covered in snow half the year. There were happy children, enough food every winter and no war, just the calm peace.

There was a loud chuckle from Kyara as a reply to her statement. The evening before she visited Nathan, she took a bus straight from her college to South Street. The smile wouldn't ceaze on her brims. People around were watching her weirdly but she didn't care. She was once again going to meet her prince charming. Can someone fall in love with a person without looking at his face? Yes, Kyara did. Just by feeling his touch, his presence beside her and the sweet fragrance of his body, Kyara Knights the simple and sweet girl fell in love with the invincible werewolf hot billionaire Nathan Johnson.

I followed Tami’s lead and opened a secure site. Anonymous submissions. Document uploads. Testimonies. By the end of the second day, there were five. Five stories. Different names. Different years. Same monster. That night, I sat on the couch with a blanket around my shoulders and read every word. One girl talked about an after-hours meeting that turned into something she couldn’t speak about for a year. Another had a panic attack during a college tour when she saw him on a panel. Each story stitched a clearer picture—of how he operated, where he hunted, who he targeted.

On the first floor, there was an elderly man who had trouble getting around, and then there was Gavin. Aside from my former roommates, the only person in this building whose number I had was the guy in 603 across the hall. I was still worried about Jacob, so I texted Tom again, but he didn't reply either. I ended up opening the group chat and adding the guy in 504. We were all young night owls, but after waiting a good while, he still didn't respond. By midnight, I finally lay down. Maybe he was beat and turned in early.

​She hit the search button, half hoping to find hidden scientific articles, government conspiracies, or at least news about a rare genetic disorder that caused sufferers to grow excessive hair and howl at the full moon. ​However, her search results were instead flooded with rows of digital book covers featuring shirtless, muscular men and fragile-looking women under the moonlight. ​They all pointed to links for online romance novels. ​Nichole scrolled down her screen, reading the titles inwardly with her eyebrows knitting closer together. ​"Bride for the Alpha" ​"The Wolf CEO's Human Mate" ​"Rejected by the Cruel Alpha" ​"Entangled in the Possessive Lycan's Forbidden Love"