Lust X Horror Novels & Stories

Kelissa expressed mutual hate for Sasha when she saw Sasha trying to seduce the very person she herself was seducing. After a few more drinks, Sasha sent Livia home. Livia walked into the dark house. Her parents were visiting some friends and her brother worked overseas so she was alone for now. She entered, and threw the keys with the other sets before sighing in exhaustion. She was making her way towards her room. But when she walked past the dark living room, her senses caught a presence. With her Lycan eyesight, she looked into the dark and saw a figure sitting crossed-legged on an armchair at a dark corner. She squinted her eyes, and when her vision finally adjusted fully to the darknes

It was annoying and pissed me at the same time. Before I could say anything further Drystan opened the trapdoor of Scarlett's Oubliette. Looking down at it he sarcastically commented," No matter how beautiful monsters get at the end of day they're ugly and hideous." " Y-You... I'll rip out your heart," Scarlett shouted, leaping out of the Oubliette. Her vampiric claws were spread open as she jumped towards Loren, rooting to claw his face. Unfortunately Loren grabbed her wrists, twisting her arms back and he pushed her back. Placing his boots on her back, he made her kneel down in front of me.

Saint tried to move, couldn’t, took an elbow to the head that knocked him out cold. No ref. No mercy. Dax stood, chest big, blood dripping from hands, cock pushing hard against his jeans like a gun. He looked slow around the circle—then stopped on Lula. He pointed one bloody finger. “Her.” Crowd lost it—two thousand voices yelling her name like a prayer and a curse. Lula didn’t move. Didn’t run. She just bent one finger—slow, dirty, come get it. Dax walked over like a hunter, grabbed her throat with one big hand, kissed her like he wanted to break her soul—teeth hitting, tongues fighting, blood from his lip smearing her mouth.

That was the power of the magic Suzana used on us. His grip tightened around my liver, and I winced, grunting in pain through my gritted teeth. I laughed afterward, knowing that he couldn't do any harm to me without the red sycamore tree. I heard footsteps in the hallway and realized people were coming out. There was a huge noise coming from inside. The vampire hunter listened to this, too, and groaned out in frustration. He let go of my liver and removed his hand from my abdomen, zooming off afterward.

Alexandra's POV "AHHHH!" I shrieked, jumping back as I spotted the cockroaches scuttling across my clothes. "What the--" I couldn't finish the sentence, frozen in horror. Within moments, my dad and Roselyn rushed into my room, their robes billowing behind them. My dad's eyes widened in alarm as he spotted the roaches. "What the—"he began, but Roselyn cut him off. "Zora!" she yelled, summoning the maid. Zora appeared in the doorway, her face a mask of concern. "Why are there roaches in Alexandra's closet?"

Sweat broke out on "No!, i didn't do this. Stop please you're hurting me!" "Please. Don't.... NO!" She jerks off from her sleep with a start and looks around fearfully. Her hair sticking to her forehead. The door opens as Gary walks in. "Are you alright." He asks as he rushes to the bed and grips Lesley shoulders Lesley hugs him, her body shaky. "I had a nightmare." She squeaks. He pats her hair and kiss her hair. "I'm here now brunnie, don't freak out.... it's just a nightmare, probably because of yesterday." She raise her head from his chest and he pecks her on her mouth.

" have you gone mad? Huh? I don't know, in which world you live? and which world you are talking about? For your kind information There is no such thing as love, in our world only one thing is exist and that is lust, But some fools like you call this by the name of love! And we call sex! If love or whatever you say it is exist in our world, and the people who talk about love, then Why they o does not do love in their whole life, why their love requires sex in the last. The thing started with love as you say also needs a bed at the end. Then if people like us only want a bed, not love, so what is wrong in it. I don't think so it wrong because we are reduced the stupid effort which peop

I hung up again. Me: I’m in a taxi!! Don’t want everyone to hear my business. Bestie: Why Clandor?? Huh? Was that a typo? Did she mean ‘what Clandor’? As I stared in confusion a follow-up message popped in. Bestie: Kylie, that guy is a hoe.

The walk through the gardens should have calmed me, should have erased my frustration, but it did not. Lanterns twinkled above the hedges and fountains, the air crisp and fragrant with late-summer blooms. My senses tingled with a strange unease. The wolf inside me whispered, small and insistent, trying to guide me, to warn me—but her voice was drowned beneath the roar of the curse, beneath centuries of witches' malice that tangled every instinct. The noise pressed in from every direction, leaving me dizzy, overwhelmed, barely able to parse what was danger and what was desire.

“Daddy will chase the monster away.” The basement stairs creaked under my weight. The air grew damp and cold, carrying the familiar smell of concrete and forgotten Christmas decorations. I swept the beam across dusty shelves, old furniture covered in sheets, and stacks of boxes labeled “C9” in black marker—my wife’s obsessive filing system for holiday stuff. Nothing. No glowing eyes, no claws, no growling shadows. Just silence and cobwebs. “Nothing here, Lily!” I called up the stairs, my voice echoing slightly. “Just junk. Come down tomorrow and I’ll show you.”