Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

As if slamming me harshly onto the wall wasn't enough for him, he grabbed my neck aggressively, his claws piercing into my neck making me scream in pain, but Conrad didn't flinch. He held me tightly as anger spread through him like a disease. I couldn’t speak. I couldn’t breathe. My lungs screamed for air. Yet his hand only tightened around my neck. "Die!" he growled in his wolf voice, the sound deep, monstrous, and filled with murderous rage. "Con...rad" I choked out weakly. *** I'm the daughter of a rogue werewolf. After the pack wolves succeeded in annihilating my kin and nearly killing me, I yearned for revenge against all pack wolves that have ever existed. To get my revenge, I sneaked into the academy designed for future Alphas, hoping to hide my identity as both a rogue and a girl. Entering the academy was easy, but I never knew I would have to deal with Conrad. Conrad seems determined to make my life a living hell. Worse, he suspects I'm hiding something. If he discovers I'm a rogue, I'm dead. If he discovers I'm a girl, my mission is over.

"Jane! Jane!! You must stop", Andre raised his voice at her as he tried to catch up with her. " Don't come close to me Andre, it's painfully obvious that we really just used each other, we keep lying to ourselves but we know that this.....this thing we have done all this while cannot be called love", she turned to scream at him as tears poured down her cheeks. Andre was shaken and froze in his tracks, the hurt in her eyes too visible to be ignored. The winds of fate blows a single mother, Jane moss 23 into the path of Andre 25, the heir apparent to the Fernandez group of companies. The relationship begins with suspicion and confusing circumstances, they are finally forced together by an exchange that would be mutually beneficial. Jane wants to sell her liver to offset her huge debt and set her daughter up before she dies as she has just been diagnosed with a brain tumor while Andre's estranged mother needs a new liver. As they spend time together, an unlikely romance blossoms between the billionaire son and a dying woman. How will Jane's only child Stephanie adjust to the new man in their lives? Will Andre's Proud father approve of the opportunist lurking around his son? Will they both summon the courage to admit to themselves that they love each other?

Carrie DeLuca, a not quite normal teenager with lots of behavior issues and a seriously fucked-up life, meets the biggest trouble of her life: a werewolf with lots of anger issues and a clear obsession over her... What can she do? Run as far as possible away from him or stay and try to fight him off? "His strong and big hands tightly gripped around my wrists as he forcefully held them pressed against the door and at the level of my shoulders, feeling my bones hurt so fucking much that I thought they were going to snap after just a little more pressure added. Yet despite the sickening pain I refused to shed a single tear, challengingly looking right back into his glimmering emeralds. "I am not afraid of you," I spat between gritted teeth, noticing that devilish smirk tugging at his naturally pink lips. "How about now?" He wickedly whispered, feeling my entire body fill with pure fear and horror as I watched his eyes change from their emerald green colour to an unnaturally glowing golden, hungrily gazing at me. His hand quickly pressed against my mouth, abruptly silencing that scream that was about to erupt. "Don't bother. No one will believe you,"

“No,” she breathed, true panic seizing her. “Mark, don’t —” “This is for the mess,” he said, his voice devoid of all mercy. The cold, rounded end of the handle nudged against her soaked flesh. It was so much broader than a finger, impossibly foreign. “And for the defiance," he completed before he pushed the handle of the knife inside her pussy. The stretch was immediate and shocking. It wasn’t pain. It was a profound, overwhelming fullness. The metal was cool against her burning, clenching heat. A broken scream tore from her throat as he worked it deeper, inch by relentless inch, filling her in a way that was utterly degrading. It was violation given shape and weight. He seated it fully, the cool silver pressing against her deepest parts. He held it there, letting her feel the full, impossible intrusion. Her body fought it, spasming around the unyielding object, which only made the sensation more brutal, more specific. She was panting, her tears soaking the linen, her entire universe reduced to the cold metal splitting her open. “Now,” Mark said, his breath warm against her ear as he leaned over her. His hand remained on the handle, not moving it yet. “You will stay just like this. And you will finish your dinner.” ..... Enter a world of passion, pleasure, and desire with “Steamy Encounters."

"Do you want to know what it feels like to kiss? You don't have to find out, I can give it to you." Erros ate his lips so wildly. He kissed her so greedily as if there would be no tomorrow. "Open your mouth, baby," his hoarse voice made Milan feel like she was going crazy. "That's my woman," he said, exploring every part of his woman's mouth. She should have stopped this kiss. This is wrong! How could she kiss her brother? "Ugh..." when the sigh was heard, she realized that she had lost her sanity. *** If there is a person who is insane, then it is her. How could she keep her love for her brother? She always went crazy whenever the thought of her brother's sexy body made her body react. What should she do, should she admit defeat with her feelings or should she immediately get as far away from her brother as possible? Because one thing she knows, her feelings will not just disappear. *** "I have gone mad from loving you." "Your body, heart, and soul can only scream my name."

BLURD I never imagined my life could fall apart so suddenly. Not today, especially not on the day I was supposed to celebrate my engagement to my boyfriend. That night, I had a feeling that things might go wrong, but I chose to ignore it. After three years with Daniel, I thought I had it all figured out, of us having a perfect life and living happily ever after. But I was mistaken. I walked in on my fiancee and sister being intimate. It really broke me. They had no remorse, just justification. I didn’t scream or cry. I simply walked away. I don’t remember how I ended up at that club or how many drinks I had. All I recall is the burning anger heavy enough to suffocate my breath. And then… him. Older, calm, looking at me as if he understood every broken piece I was desperately hiding. I knew I should have walked away. But I stayed. One night. That’s all it was supposed to be. But there was a reckless mistake, a fleeting moment of weakness that I couldn't hide and forget. But the next morning, when I truly saw his face everything changed. Because the man I had just spent the night with… was my ex-boyfriend’s uncle. And that? That was just the beginning.

"Little mouse, the next time I have to repeat something to you, I'll have to take you over my knee" I shuddered. The thought of him taking me over his knee made me hot for some unknown reason. I sat carefully on his laps, my legs to the side. He turned me so I straddled him. He caressed my sides and leaned into my neck. He sucked on the side of my neck and I tilted my head to give him better access. He scraped my neck gently and I moaned. I felt super sensitive all over my body."My king""Thane. Call me Thane. I want to hear you scream it when you cum for me."***************************************************Alpha King Thane is wild and ruthless. He doesn't know how to be gentle. He is exasperated by the slave in red dress. He doesn't want another mate but no one else can have her.Esmeralda is attracted to the king. He acts hot and cold towards her and stirs up emotions she doesn't understand. She has no idea what he wants from her.What does fate have for the innocent slave girl and the ruthless alpha king?

BLURB “No please. Stop. Its paining so much. Please take it out. Please I beg you. Take it out. I will die.” I cried and screamed at the top of my voice. My palms pushing against his chest trying to stop him at least for a second. Seizing my hands with one hand above my head and grabbing my jaw with another, his fingers dug into my skin making my lips to pout, he whispered “Do you think I care?” and started thrusting inside me with renewed force. His each and every thrust earned a high pitch scream and endless flow of tears from me. But I knew he was enjoying it. Isn’t that the reason he married me??? So that he can give me endless pain and make me suffer. Well, he succeeded, with that I let the darkness consume me to escape the unbearable pain. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………. A mafia leader hell bent on taking revenge and a fierce mafia heiress never bending to anyone’s will. She was never meant to be for his world. And he was never meant to be for anyone. Then their worlds collided. He hated her with passion and she despised him with every cell of her body. And they both vowed to destroy each other.

"You keep saying he died of black magic, but you're not telling me exactly how he died. If what you're saying is true... what happened to him??" I ask her with a raise of my brows. "The magic consumed him. He became power hungry. He started absorbing the powers from members of our coven. He wanted it all for himself. He had to be put down. He had to be stopped" She explains "Mom, what are you saying? Are you insinuating what I think you are? What do you mean he had to be put down??" The windows to her room bang open and cool breeze is rushing in, making the papers in her room fly haphazardly. "Layla, you have to calm down." She motions towards me. "So the coven killed him?? They killed my father and you didn't do anything about it????" I scream at the top of my lungs, the lights still flickering, tears pooling in my eyes and wind blowing in through the windows. "He killed two people from our coven! His eyes were completely black! The magic had completely taken over him. Your dad wasn't there anymore. So yes, we killed him to protect the rest of the coven…"

My father loved silence. He believed noise was the mark of lesser people, so he installed a decibel meter in our home. Speaking above 40 decibels meant that we would have to pay him 10 dollars, laughing above 60 decibels meant 50 dollars, and crying or throwing a tantrum was a serious offense at 100 dollars per second. The year I turned four, I fell and broke my arm. I did not make a single sound. I bit down so hard that I cracked two teeth, but I saved thousands in noise fees. He praised me for it and called me a "high-value child," one that was worth the investment. I treasured that compliment and observed the rules carefully, keeping the house wrapped in suffocating silence. Then came the stormy night a thief broke in. He had a knife and was creeping toward my mother as she slept, and I watched it all from the gap in the wardrobe where I was hiding. I wanted to scream. I wanted to shriek and wake my father, to do something, anything. However, my eyes drifted to the decibel meter on the wall, and my hand found nothing but an empty pocket. I did not have enough allowance. One scream would cost hundreds, and I simply could not afford it.