Psycho Scream Novels & Stories

ALEXA Every glance… Every touch… Every laughter… His smile… His face… His smell… The wetness of my pussy every single time How I wish he would just bend me over, and let me scream his name Was that too much to ask? The way my feelings for him looked like nothing but forbidden love, incest between a brother and a sister

Adrian leaned toward them and explained that I was exaggerating to steal Selena's moment. Then the third blade drove in. My hand emerged through the opening near the top. My fingertips were bloody from scraping the metal in the dark. Selena slammed the panel down and trapped my hand inside again. The audience thought it was part of the trick. They applauded. They laughed. Adrian sat alone in the interview room and watched the recording over and over. An Enforcer finally reached for the controls, but Adrian said hoarsely, "Play it again." The video restarted. My scream filled the room.

The words scream silently inside my head, terror mixing with desire. And I blink rapidly, sweat dripping into my eyes, heart hammering wildly, the truth sinking into me. Damien has disappeared again.

SCARLETT “… NATHANIEL! …” I sit up as I scream his name, my breathing erratic, body covered in sweat, tears streaming down my cheeks as shock and fear still runs strong through me. Before I even get a chance to get myself back under control, my body goes ridged, my back arches, my head tilts back, and another scream is forced from my lips… VISION - THIRD PERSON

Ai just scared the hell out of us all as she screamed louder than expected. Thanks to Lina for proving how foolish she was for still trying to satisfy herself. Akila rushed out, I could have swore she was trying to hide her tears from us. "Noooo!!" Ai yelled out again after we all moved out. I watched through the glass as she forcefully removed the plaster from her hand. "Nooo!" She grabbed her head, already sat upright. With just a blinked of an eye, she clattered all the trolleys to the floor in anger. They contained 'their' surgical scissors and all other tools.

Psycho soon gained an upper hand when she got her opponent in a lock hold. The got struggled to free herself and watched as her face began to turn blue and the got looked like she was giving up and then up and she went with her teeth which she clamped down hard on the arm holding. A pain scream tore out from Psycho lips. He tried to withstand the pain but couldn't maintain his hold as the goth dug in deeper with her teeth. At last when Psycho let go, Percy noticed blood dripping from the the teeth marks on his forearm. The bite had really been vicious.

“AHHH!!” An arresting scream defuses into the cold night, electrifying me with its blasting alarm and stilling me in place with eyes enlarging. ‘No...it can’t be. Vaguely, sparse memories from nine years ago are brought to life, chaotically zipping around my mind until a jerking jab invades in, pushing me physically and mentally out of my shock. “H-help me...d-don’t let them g-get me...Pl-please...”

He brought his lips to my right ear and pulled his dick away, “You poor girl, that’s not even close. Come on now, scream for me.” And I let him have it. The first scream felt ridiculous, but quickly shifted to freeing. “PLEAASSEEE PLEASSEEE B FUCK ME FUCK ME FUCK ME NOOOWW PLLE-“ But before I could finish my last groveling words he thrusted his cock deep into my pussy and unleashed a whole different voice in me

I even panicked because he's driving for Christ sake! "Ows. My baby's mad, huh?" he teased. Baby... I don't like that word because of my stalker but why does it sound so good when it came from Bullet? I smiled widely as I thought of something. "Baby... Baby Bullet..." I come near him. To his right ear to be exact. "My baby Bullet..." I whispered. He suddenly break, I almost hit my head because it's too sudden! "What the!?" I exclaimed. "WHAT THE FUCK!" He screamed.

The room seemed to freeze. Nero squeezed, and Silas’s scream erupted—a raw, guttural howl that started as a high-pitched wail, sharp and piercing, like a wounded animal. The pain was immediate, searing, as Nero’s fingers crushed the delicate tissue of his scrotum. The scream deepened, a ragged, choking sound, as if Silas’s soul were being torn out. His body convulsed, the sheet slipping to reveal his pale, flabby frame, now slick with sweat. His eyes rolled back, veins bulging in his neck, as the agony radiated upward, a white-hot fire consuming his core. Nero’s grip tightened, and with a sickening *pop*, he yanked, tearing scrotum and penis free in a single, brutal motion. Blood sprayed, st