Lust X Horror Novels & Stories

“Sydney, there’s something I need to tell you. I’m not exactly... human.” "Okay, my turn to pick the movie," Sydney said, scrolling through a streaming app. "Oh! This one is trending. Midnight Howl. It’s supposed to be a total jump-scare fest." Liam’s heart did a nervous flip. "A werewolf movie? You sure? I thought you liked rom-coms." "I do, but I like trashing bad horror movies even more," she joked, clicking play. Sydney scrunched her nose. “Why do they always make werewolves so ugly?”

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.”

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.

Not with judgment, but with a raw, forbidden hunger. It's her best friend's father. And the way he looks at her, the way his own body betrays his dark desires, sparks a wicked new thought in Selena's mind. When a girl has nothing left to lose, revenge becomes a very tempting game. And what could be a sweeter revenge on the daughter, than to sin with the father? BRACE YOURSELF UP for the darkest, sensual, explicit, graphic romance you’ve ever read!!! EPISODE ONE: Nudes exposed, Lust awakened.

He found the exact same spot he had bruised days ago, opened his mouth, and bit down entirely hard on her pulse. Hazel screamed, a high, completely breathless moan entirely ripping out of her throat. Her fingers dug frantically against the freezing glass. His hands slid down from her hips. He didn't bother completely taking the black lace panties off her. He simply hooked his thick fingers entirely into the delicate fabric and ripped it completely aside, completely exposing her slick, entirely burning center to the cool air. "Look at the city, sweetheart," Xavier rasped directly into her ear, his hand sliding entirely around to grip her waist and completely anchor her to the glass. "They hav

Yawning Arina wake up looking Lisa all ready shaking her to wake up she asked" What happened" "Lazzy ass wake up, We are getting late for college" Lissa said going out of her room. "Ok ok..." she rubbed her eyes while opening her mobile she saw her college group message there was only one lecture in afternoon. Taking breath of relief she again laid on her bed and yelled " I have only one lecture today in afternoon". "luckey Bitch" Lisa giggled coming in her room. "Yeah... Now go" She covered herself in quilt. "Bye babe" Lisa said kissing on her cheek.

Offer him snacks before anyone else. Ethan never noticed. He only ever reached for Mira. And every time he did— Lisa’s jaw tightened just slightly. The Worst Night It was raining heavily. Thunder cracked through the sky. Mira had taken a mild painkiller for her arm and gone to bed early. Lisa knocked softly. “Can I sleep in here? The thunder’s loud.” “Of course,” Mira mumbled sleepily. Lisa lay on the spare mattress beside the bed. Staring at the ceiling.

Leila opened her eyes in an unknown place with white walls and a huge chandelier, her head was still spinning, she could not see well, everything was blur and she was extremely hungry too. She stood up even though it took all her strength away. She wanted to know where she was. Memories from last night were wiped out and she could not find her phone nearby. She left the room and stepped into a long hallway, walking down to check for any human would drain her so she went back into the room and laid back on the bed. She was reserving her energy if the police or something eventually finds her on her kidnapper’s bed.