Mr Hands Scary Novels & Stories

Honestly, I felt fear crawl up inside me. Christopher stepped and grabbed a glass that was half-filled with liquor. He took a sip, then gestured at the paintings. “I have nightmares every night. I dream about the night they were taken from me, brutally. I dream…” I sucked in a deep breath. I knew what he was referring to. More than a year ago, his wife and son had been murdered in an attack at night. That was the beginning of Christopher’s woes, the time he’d become like this. It was said that the loss shattered his mind. Since then, his public appearances and business shows have become a disaster. He fidgeted, talked to himself, laughed alone, and said things in public that made everyone co

My fingers are tracing the back of his ears Sparks ignited and he groaned low and deep. I guess I found a sensitive spot. I leaned into his ear. "As I said, you will have to try harder to make me scared, Mr Romanov." I giggled before trailing my tongue on the back of his ear. He shuddered, losing slowly. Mikhail grabbed my hair and pulled me back. His eyes were dark, and I swore, they flickered between blue and gold for a moment. "You should be scared, Mishka. Because not all monsters live in the woods, some will wreck you by making you feel pleasure in the most sickening ways." He warned me. His provocative words only made me want him more

"What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me." As it was currently the height of summer, I only had a simple short-sleeved shirt underneath my white coat. However, just the sight of my arm was enough to shock everyone. It was so thin that it was nothing but skin and bones, and it was covered in a network of scars and needle marks. A young woman gasped in fear before covering her eyes. Others started to show their sympathy, casting suspicious glances at my so-called family. The Sanders all wore cold expressions, completely indifferent to my wounds and even showing signs of disdain. After all, this wa

he whispered into my ear, making a shiver go down my body. I did as he said. I just closed my eyes and waited for it to happen. I felt him move closer, and I heard him take in a small intake of breath. Just as I was waiting for his lips to touch mine, he was suddenly ripped away from my grasp. My eyes flew open, and I had to blink a few times, just to make sure I wasn’t hallucinating. There in front of me stood the scary guy from the manor. And he had his hand lodged menacingly round the neck of the guy I’d just been about to kiss.

Did he text me? He stops scrolling for a second. His eyes seem to scan whatever is on the screen. He then clicks on his screen and continues scrolling. I’m too curious. "Alright, ready!" Ramon yells, excitement buzzing in his voice. Esme and Mason are engrossed in the movie, some character creeping through a dark house with eerie music playing in the background. I know Esme’s going to scream at the next jump scare.

The eyeless man walked towards her and Sara shouted even louder than before. She missed her footing and fell backward to be caught by strong arms. Glaring at the man with no eyes Aldophus ran his claws on the man's neck sending his head flying to another direction. Sara breathed in relief and embraced Aldophus tightly. Who would've thought that the man in her vision could be so scary. "Alright there?" Aldophus asked and raised her head to look at him. She was still shaking all over and saw the fear in her eyes.

MIRA I nearly scream when a hand wraps tightly around my waist in the dark. My scream ends up coming out as a muffled gasp when the arm presses me against a hard, brick wall of a chest. We’re not allowed to speak and I cannot see Mason’s face so I just lean against him silently, watching the semi-horror scene before me. Halloway is crying in earnest now. Her tears pour down her cheeks in torrents as Damon hovers over her with the knife.

Marcus commanded softly. Ryan flipped onto his back, his hard cock slapping against his stomach. Marcus poured more oil and began working on Ryan’s chest, shoulders, and arms. His hands moved lower, teasing the V of Ryan’s hips and the sensitive skin of his inner thighs. He avoided direct contact with Ryan’s cock at first, building the anticipation until Ryan was squirming on the table.

Come on! The masked man suddenly began standing up without averting his gaze. I tried to scream as loud as I can, but my jaw just trembled, and my voice failed me. What's happening?! I feel cold and I am literally shaking with fear. The man took a crooked step toward me. I couldn't step back nor escape; my eyes started to well up with tears. He took another step and shifted his weight to one side. My feet are still pinned to the ground, and this time, I’m weeping. He took another step and almost tripped. The hooded man draws closer and closer. I'm just frozen. God, I'm done for. He raised his hand and I saw that he was holding a peculiar-looking weapon. It was the same size as a knife, but t

Sara said calmly, "Stephen chose brothers Mark and Ryan to come to the mansion tonight. There's no photo of Ryan in the bundle of photos you sent me! " Mr Joe heard that, put his hand on his thigh, gritted his teeth, and said, "It's all because the clumsy Small Hand didn't do well, making Miss Sara angry. Later, I will punish him severely!" After hearing this, Sara simply said calmly, "If this is due to his negligence, it's not too bad. I'm just afraid that someone is not understanding at Happy Hill Pub, secretly doing harm to others!" Mr Joe frowned and said, "Miss Sara said that. Could it mean that someone took advantage of Small Hand's job to see pictures of all the rosehip waiters at Hap