Paranormal Stories Mga Nobela at Kwento

Snap out from your dreams Kazumi, he would never take a interest on me even if I’m the last living being on this planet. I was about to twist the knob and enter the house when suddenly I heard some noise. Maybe I’m hallucinating, I thought to myself. But it came again which proved that it was not an illusion. I looked around the door to find the source of the voice. It sounded to me of a baby. Baby of an animal. I was still looking around when suddenly my vision fixed on a cardboard box. The mouth of the cardboard box was even moving up and down as if the thing inside was jumping or trying to come out of it. I was afraid, what if there is something weird, something like a baby dragon, a curs

She sits beside me, leaving a cautious gap. "I-I know this is weird." "What is it?" I swallow. "When we were little, in like middle school, you told me about paranormal stuff — supernatural stuff, remember?" "No." My nails drive into my palms. "Really?" "I mean, what paranormal things?" "Um, you told me not to go into the woods alone because of all these monsters, remember?" Abby's brow furrows. "Mia, that's just kid shit. Sounds like I was playing around."

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

as Gwen lowered down and began sucking on the juicy meat, kissing and caressing her stepmother's skin. These were the kinds of thoughts that kept him up at night. Furiously stroking away, that is. Imagining and dreaming... hoping and praying! Though knowing that never in a million years could his mother-daughter threesome experience ever come to fruition. It was the kind of thing left to outlandish p**n videos and subpar smut. The kind of unbelievable, entirely outrageous story lines where several sexy women just miraculously throw themselves at a young, horny man – as if his penis possessed some ungodly power that women found irresistible. No, not Harry... he knew better than to equate real

Finally, I got that chance today. Stripping my clothes off and throwing the purse and hat on the floor, I stepped into the large and very rare claw-footed bathtub to soak my tired muscles. Ah, the luxury! Next time, I thought, I would sneak flowers from the fall garden to scent my water. Digging into my purse, I pulled out the day-old newspaper to check the headlines. There were no juicy articles or whispers of war. I sighed in relief, but then a paranormal story at a farmhouse caught my attention. This was the same tale that Gwen, who shared my dress station at work, had recounted just a few hours ago. I devoured the details, spooking myself out as I read about the woman who had killed hers

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

While I was making my research, I noticed other doctors looking at me weirdly. I tried to ignore it, seeing as I already got used to the side remarks but today's looks felt different. Just then the alarms rang and the speakers blasted “code red code red code red” then chaos broke out. I could hear screams from the west wing. The patients' wing. Oh no.

I protested as I quickly looked to see how many evil stares I was getting as a result of his attention. To my surprise and relief, they were all too preoccupied with conversation that sounded high pitched and argumentative to pay any attention to me. “Paranormal does not mean ghost hunter. It denotes events or phenomena that are beyond the scope of normal scientific understanding,” he offered. “I would say that getting impressions from places or things falls in that category. Wouldn’t you?” I thought for a moment and then nodded. “What have you gotten from this place?” he asked.

Mo sighed and explained it all to Will. “So we are under the assumption that we got caught in the reincarnation of a god." Mo frowned “You really believe that that is what is happening? That the story is being reenacted? What if she is lying to us?" Will's eyes trailed to the woman that was clueless watching them converse in English. “She does not even know what is going on and her story checks. The young lady started bleeding after the baby was out with you." Mo gasped. “You think there is a second child? ...Makunde starts with her insides, that must have been the cause of the sudden bleeding. Fuck! But why come to the city with us?"

“And you knew this was going to happen? You used us as guinea pigs.” “There’s been some speculation as to the nature of paranormal manifestations. Some say it’s all ghosts. Others write about beings of pure spirit that never had a physical form. Angels. Demons. Valkyries. Mara. Aliens. What if it’s none and all? What if the manner of this manifestation is based upon what we expect to see, and the creature latches on?” “Uh?”