Internal Screaming Novels & Stories

“I wanna hear how good I make you feel, want you to scream my name until your voice is hoarse…” His thumb rubs harder against my clit as he curls his fingers inside me to hit my g-spot and I cry out, hands clamping down onto his biceps, clawing the shit out of his skin with my fingernails. “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck,” I chant, the pressure building inside of me like a dam ready to burst. Chase licks down the column of my neck, sucking a nipple into his mouth again and biting down hard. The dam bursts.

I whispered to the empty room, my voice trembling with panic. My hand moved frantically over my belly, and I lifted my clothes, revealing a scar that looked as if it had been torn apart and sewn back together. The sight of it sent a shockwave through me, and I screamed, "AHHHHH!" My body reacted violently to the horror. I turned on the bed, scratching at my skin, pulling at my hair, desperate to rid myself of the pain and revulsion. My screams echoed through the room, a raw and primal outpouring of my anguish.

His tongue licked my hole again, firmer this time. My whole body shook. My hands fisted in the sheets. My mouth fell open on a silent scream. This is insane. It’s driving me out of my goddamn mind.

I tried to grasp his words, to find solace in his presence, but the darkness within me held me captive, its icy tendrils coiling tighter around my heart. I screamed, a primal cry torn from the depths of my tortured soul. The sound reverberated through the ancient trees, mingling with the rustle of leaves and the hushed whispers of the night. Yet, no matter how loud I screamed, the voices within me only grew louder, their cacophony intensifying.

I hiss looking at the mirror, pupils blow black. My Nípples that I pierced with diamond, hard as I scrub it, circling my pússy as my juices trickle on my thigh already. “oh my god. Fúck yeah!” I said. My fingers slide in my slít desperate, two, three fingers in as I pump furious, thumb mash my clít. "I need a cóck... real meat stretch!Mmmh fúck," I scream. But as my widow's cúnt rages with desire, sadness engulfs my soul. I have no man, no relief. Just home alone in my ice bath trying to tame the beast.

I scream, my voice raw, my heart pounding so hard I think it might explode. But Christopher only smirks. "Oh, Elizabeth," he sneers. "Before you die, I will destroy you—just like you destroyed me." I scream. A sound so primal, so guttural, that it doesn’t even feel like it came from me. My body surges with adrenaline, my limbs acting on pure survival. I reach up, clawing at his eyes, his face, sinking my nails deep into his flesh. Christopher roars in pain, jerking away, his hands flying to his bleeding cheek. "You BITCH!"

She writhes against his hold, her hips bucking, a desperate, uncontrollable release. She’s shuddering, her body shaking uncontrollably, trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. Her breath comes in ragged, desperate sobs, tearing from her throat. And then, she screams. It’s a raw, primal sound, muffled as he clamps his other hand over her mouth, silencing her, preventing the sound from echoing through the quiet house. Her scream is hot against his palm, a vibrating roar that speaks of utter surrender, of profound, unbidden pleasure.

When his face shows the proof and the real deal of his crazy haywire of emotions right now. “S***! S***! S***! Stupid heart!” As he is screaming inside, protesting, and scolding himself for the trouble that it all drag himself into, worst with his face that’s definitely turning red where he could not do anything. He is left, but to curse and internally do so.

Her screams echo in the air as she reaches climax, yet both my inner wolf and I continue our relentless pursuit of release. I find myself growling; the sound vibrating in my chest as I hear her piercing screams. The scent of anticipation fills the air as I drill into her, the rhythmic sound of our bodies colliding, echoing in the room. I flip her back, her body quivering beneath mine, and forcefully spread her legs wide apart. A surge of intoxication floods my senses, like a rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. She is my addiction, and I crave her endlessly.

~ TESS ~ I desperately want to fight the beast inside me, but the truth is—I don’t know how. One second I’m still in the tattoo chair, and the next, I’m on my feet, snarling at Killan. My gums tingle as the voice inside me roars inside my skull—loud, terrifying, and foreign. I press the heels of my hands to my temples, hoping to muffle the sound, to anchor myself. But everything around me feels wrong—warped in red-tinted fury.