Horror Sans X Reader Novels & Stories

WARNING : THERE WILL BE CRUEL SCENES WHICH MIGHT BE DISTURBING FOR YOU IF YOU'RE UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP THE CHAPTER ◇NO POV◇ Aurthur's face is looking extreme dangerous he is fuming with anger he is waiting for someone in his base xion seen Aurthur in angry many times but today he is quite different and looking dangerous which made even xion to shiver for a second his eyes are blood red in anger aurthur screamed "where is that bitch" one of the man shivered and said "bringing lord" they brought sana and tied her to a pole she is unconscious

If the candle does not flicker, start over. Jennifer left Ellen’s feeling safe. She went home and was sitting in the study reading a book. The wind started blowing hard. The rain was pounding on the tin roof and the thunder was shaking the windowpanes. She heard a glass scatter on the floor. When she turned around, a picture of herself had fallen off the mantle and broken. She reached down to pick up the glass from the floor and her finger started bleeding. As she walked across the floor to put the glass in the trash, the floor began to shake. She immediately went to the bedroom and light the candle and stood looking into the mirror. The candle blew out. She was consumed with fear. The rever

Pride fills me to see that he is now ours forever. The kiss that we share is slow and sweet as we both come down from the glow. My body is deeply satiated and I sag against him like a sleepy kitten as he tightens his hold. We have yet to separate and at the moment I don’t think that I ever want us to. Just as I go to tell him that a curse fills the air and Xander growls as he rises from the floor. In a flash I am tossed behind him as he takes a defensive stance in front of me. Each time I try to peer around his shoulder to see the danger, he blocks my view. When no words are said and that threatening growl turns into a roar, fear bristles inside me.

That blockage tasted bitter and caused her to be unable to breathe. Suddenly, the hem of her skirt was lifted! He actually meant it! Xavia has woken up from her dream abruptly and snapped back to her consciousness. She bit his lip hard and fiercely... “Hiss!” Zivon felt the pain and separated himself from her lips. He stared straight at her. That man looked grave and horrible, just like a wolf which lurked in the dark night and was ready to jump at her and swallow her up! Xavia was terrified. She couldn’t care less how scary that man was but quickly moved her gaze away. She hurriedly organized her clothes, and then she pushed the car door open and pounced out from the moving vehicle.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

My library professor whose deep commanding voice made my thighs clench during lectures. The man I’d fantasized about bending me over these very tables and fucking me senseless until I can’t remember my name. I opened the book, and the dedication page read: For those who crave quiet darkness.” My breath hitched. I flipped to the next page and started reading. “She knelt before him in the silence of stacks, skirts pushed high, panties already soaked. “Read it out,” He ordered. “Every filthy word, while I taste how wet you’ve become for me.”

that voice made me look and I saw two werewolves in human form. The one I met earlier has dark hair, blue eyes, a pointed nose, dark red lips, sculpted jaw, and fair skin. The one whose voice is unfamiliar to me seemed to be more mysterious. He has grey hair, silver eyes, a pointed nose, pale lips, sculpted jaw, and fairer skin than the other one. I coughed and realized that my hands are tied and all I can do is sit. “Just kill me,” I muttered and sit. I now have a broader sight of where I am.

the voice wheezed, the sound of sandpaper on bone. The closet door swung wide, not pushed by a hand, but kicked open with a violent force that sent the wood splintering against the wall. The man stepped out. He was tall, gaunt, and dressed in rags that smelled of wet earth and ancient decay. His eyes were milky, sightless, yet they locked onto mine with a terrifying, supernatural precision. I didn't run. I couldn't. I was paralyzed, anchored to the floor as he took a step forward, his movements jerky and wrong, like a puppet on tangled strings.

I saw the slight smirk forming on his face before my eyes closed. “You’re not scared.” Xander commented, his voice was closer now which told me he was leaning down. His hot breath fanned my face, his fresh minty breath sending me into a world I didn’t know existed. “I want to smell your fear,” he lowered his voice again, from how I couldn’t seen anything beyond the blackness, even with my eyes closed, I knew our noses had to be almost touching. “It’s intoxicating.” All the hairs on my body were standing at this point and my heart was an unstable staccato

Yara froze in front of Adam's apartment door. Adam had given her an access card so she could enter, while Adam was picking up his aunt at the airport. "Is it okay if I go in alone? Then if something missing, I'll be the one who gets hit." Choosing to ignore her doubts, Yara entered Adam's apartment which she had never stepped in. She nodded in understanding after darting her gaze around the two-bedroom apartment. She learned more or less about design psychology, and from the interior design of Adam's apartment, Yara was able to underline Adam's character which was still very clear and cold.