New Scary Books Novels & Stories

“Very little. Your planet is so clean. So beautiful and lush. On Earth, there’s tons of garbage, and humans don’t know how to live without a million gadgets.” “You don’t like gadgets?” She shrugged. “I’m happy with a good book. Give me an e-reader or a paperback, and I can be easily entertained.” “What types of books do you like to read?” He appeared genuinely interested, so she didn’t feel bad answering honestly. “I like horror. I like stuff that scares me.” He started laughing, the loud chuckle making her bounce on his lap. “What’s so funny?” “I never would have taken you for someone who likes horror. But now that I think about it, I can see it.”

Her eyes snapped shit and her head flew back as she raised several feet in the air. The books were glowing with a soft blue glow, as was Nova. There was some sort of energy coming off them both and when I tried to step nearer it threw me backwards. She looked so peaceful though. There was even a smile on her face as I could see her eyes dart rapidly under her eyelids like she was rapidly processing something. “What the hell did she just touch?” I asked, panic seeping into my voice. “That’s what we are here to discuss” Alex said sounding only a little bit calmer than me. “These books, but we didn’t know they would do this”

But then, why were all her belongings still here? She stepped toward the shelves and ran an index finger horizontally across the spine of each book, noting the authors. Stephen King. Paul Tremblay. Lauren Beukes. All horror, violence, and morbid. Certainly not what Jade preferred to read. The magazines held a different texture, they were smooth but thinner, and her fingertip snagged every crevice. She plucked a random one out and examined the cover. Vogue. Flipping through the magazine, she noted several of the corners were folded as a bookmark. She glanced over the articles on those pages: Interviews with influential people, food and drink reviews, and beauty products.

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

Thane dragged, “you mean everything, right?” I could see his point. Everything here gave me the creeps and made me feel uncomfortable—everything down to the creepy fur rug that covered the floor of this study, or whatever she might have chosen to call this place. “How about these?” Thane asked, drawing my attention to a shelf full of creepy books and tomes. “Not that. Creepy, but not creepy enough,” I said. “I smell blood and death all over them,” he said. “Fun, but not what I’m looking for,” I replied.

His body’s gone too. For a moment, I stand still against the wall, half-expecting him to come back. Yet when I look behind me, I’m alone in the hallway. Son of a bitch. It’s morning, and I’m cutting the start of class to sneak to the bookstore. I have Debbie’s list of the popular BDSM series, but I don’t have to go far to find it. There’s a full display for it decorating an endcap. Debbie recommends the entire series, but I figure I better start with just the first. After consulting the list, I pluck the first one from the top of the shelf.

From what I have heard, they appear to regard it exceptionally. At the point when he at long last stops, I stop too over an especially thick book named Werewolves, Spiers, and Shifters: Complete Version. On the front is an image of a threatening werewolf ready to gobble up a human and a human combating a genuinely horrendous looking Shifter with a weird-looking lance. I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me.

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

R RATED SCOTT POV "Is that? Is that what I think it is," I ask as I jump back. Moira's face is full of shock and fear. I suddenly feel the need to look around for danger due to the fear in her deep blue eyes. "I'm so sorry, Scott. I know. I know......I'm not ..... curvy and... I know you just lost someone dear to you... I Ummm. I need to go," Moira chokes on her words as she sprints from the room.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil