Psycho Screams Novels & Stories

Caleb Larson used to be the most insignificant member among my subordinates. That was, until he blocked a stab meant for me. That blade was 0.4 inches away from plunging right into his heart. After that, I insisted on marrying Caleb regardless of my family's objections. Since then, everyone thinks that I, the spoiled and wilful heiress to a gang, have gotten married out of love. Two years later, however, a woman seeks me out. "Are you Quinn Stewart?" she asks. She waves the gold bracelet that has the initials "CS" engraved on it. "Cal no longer loves you. He tells me that he feels nauseous whenever he sees your face. You'd better pack up and leave the Stewart family if you still have any sense left in you." I blow the steam away from my coffee cup. Not even the woman's pained screams are capable of making me frown in the slightest. But when Caleb personally rushes over and demands to know why I've chosen to beat Selene up to the point her face gets disfigured, my expression changes instantly. "Everything is over between us, Caleb!"

"Cry, Mermaid!" a sharp lash sliced into my back, forcing a yelp from my lips. Screams and sobs surrounded me on all sides, but no one would save me. Strong hands caught me beneath my arms and yanked me from the water. It was time for Tail Cut. The operation lasted hours. I felt every last slice of their blades, every new tendon sewn into my muscles and nail hammered into my bones. I screamed. I begged. I begged for them to stop, for them to kill me, just ended the pain. --- I have a secret, I am a mermaid. I should live in the ocean, but my tail was cut and I only owned legs. After escaping to Asterion, I hid my identity. I thought I could finally live a peaceful life, until that day I met the famous bad boy, the future Alpha, Caspian. --- I felt a strange prickling on the back of my neck. I spun around just in time to see Caspian prowling towards me through the darkened wings, his blue eyes positively glowing. Sharp white teeth flashed as Caspian's lips unfurled into a lethal grin, "Hello Mate."

***This book contains violence, cursing, sexual content, and talk of suicide, enjoy at your discretion.*** I was walking through an unknown foggy forest when I spotted a field of wildflowers. My feet had a mind of their own as they led me to wander through the flowers. I nonchalantly dragged my hands over the flowers. It was a beautiful and serene sight. I deeply inhaled the sweet scent of the flower and gave a little shudder of bliss. I closed my eyes and just absorbed the moment wanting to remember it. Suddenly the sounds of paws hitting the forest floor overwhelmed me. Then the forest was ignited with flames. Everything glowed vibrant oranges and reds as heavy smoke smothered me from above. I threw myself to the ground desperate for any trace of clean air. As I attempted to crawl out of the flowers a new sound harmonized with the thunder paws, screams and howls for help terrorized me. I clawed at the ground desperate to escape the menacing choir. Fire licked my skin and I screamed for help. Sobs escaped my lips as flaming branches fell on me from above. The smell of burning flesh was the only thing that consumed me as everything went dark.

~Did she cut her wedding gown off? What the heck! How could she turn it to that? ~ ~ What's going on with her? Why is she in sneakers? ~ ~What's she holding behind her ~ My ears listened to their whispers as I stood at the doorstep about to enter the hall. My gaze fell on my soon-to-be husband waiting for me by the alter and I chuckled remembering everything. Well, yes, I shortened my most beautiful wedding gown to a short gown that reaches above my knees and also on sneakers instead of heels, but then, this feeling is different; I've never felt this way my entire life. I'm supposed to be feeling rage boiling through my veins, anger, fury, accompanied with pains, and screams but that's not the case. Right now, I'm feeling super excited. Without delaying it any longer, I revealed the KRISS Vector gun I had been hiding behind me, and their facial expressions were joy-giving. I burst into laughter before releasing the fire on them. Wondering the kind of bride I am? I am Elora, the bride who went on a killing spree on her wedding day.

“You can lie with your lips, little moon,” he said “But your body screams for me.” “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied, although I could feel my wolf howling inside of me, trying to claw her way out to get to him. “Say it,” he murmured. “Say you feel it too. You can’t run from me forever, little moon” I was unraveling. My hands found his shirt and fisted it, gripping it tight like it was the only thing anchoring me. “You’re mine, Ruelle. You always were and you always will be.” Ruelle Silvermane has always been the quiet sister, overlooked in a powerful pack, until fate ties her to Thorne, the fierce Alpha of Ironclaw. But their bond stirs envy, betrayal, and danger. Her own sisters scheme against her, his past lover wants her gone, and rogue wolves circle their lands. Torn between her silence and his fire, Ruelle must decide if she has the strength to fight for the bond she never wanted but cannot deny. Will Thorne truly stand by her side when the cost is everything? Can Ruelle rise from the shadows, or will the world break her before she claims her place as his mate?

Luca Moretti doesn’t ask. He takes. The ruthless Italian mafia boss has crushed empires and buried enemies without a flicker of remorse. But one man has always stood just out of reach—his greatest rival, the untouchable billionaire Damian Laurent. Until Luca discovers Damian’s greatest weakness: his son. Adrien Laurent is beautiful, defiant, and far too tempting for his own good. Dragged from his sheltered world straight into Luca’s dark empire, the younger man fights like a wildcat, eyes blazing with fury even as his body betrays him under Luca’s rough hands. What begins as cold-blooded revenge quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. The more Adrien resists, the more Luca hungers to break him… to claim him… to own every inch of the man who was supposed to be nothing but leverage. Now the lines are blurring. The game has changed. Luca becomes obsessed with the way Adrien trembles and begs, obsessed with breaking him, owning him, fucking him until the only name he screams is his captor’s. He stole him to destroy his enemy. Now he’ll burn everything down before he ever lets his pretty little obsession go.

"In this pack, you aren't a guest. You're a trophy. And Alphas don't share their toys." Victor Cruz was a ghost. A premier dancer in a glass cage, hiding a lineage that could set the supernatural underworld on fire. When the Vargas brothers—the twin Alphas ruling the desert’s most brutal pack—offer him a seven-figure contract to be their "property," he takes it. It’s supposed to be a job: play the part, survive the heat, and disappear. Mateo Vargas is the charm—the silver-tongued predator who marks Victor with a scent so thick it screams mine to every wolf in the city. Alejandro Vargas is the blade—the cold, suspicious enforcer who wants to break Victor just to see what’s hiding underneath. One wants to worship him; the other wants to expose him. The Pack is hungry. But as the Vargas brothers pull Victor into a high-stakes world of blood-vows, ancient rivalries, and the looming threat of the Dragunov hunters, the lines of the contract begin to bleed. Victor isn't just a dancer anymore. He's a pawn in a war between Alphas, and the scent he’s carrying might just be the death of them all. In a world where loyalty is bought in gold and dominance is taken in blood, Victor must decide: will he run from the wolves, or will he learn to lead the pack?

Newton college, a school in New York City. Popular firstly because of the magnificent build. Then the daily bullying. It's a school that only supports the rich so no commoner is attending but even the rich has levels. The extraordinarily rich (Upper category) Students whose parents own large conglomerates, students whose parents are business tycoons and students whose parents are influential politicians belong to this category. The normally rich (middle category) Students whose parents own a company at least and students whose parents are popular rich medical practitioners belongs to this category. The "just rich" (lower category) Students whose parents neither own a company nor conglomerate but they work under the owners and get paid hugely.... Such students belong in this category. Students wear identity tags which has their names and their categories written on it so it's easy to identify categories. The extraordinarily rich finds it fun to bully the "middle class" and "just rich" The "middle class" takes pleasure in bullying the " just rich" too. The " just rich" are the most helpless students in the school, thus becoming the target for bullying. And now the main reason for the popularity... The Emperors. On the other hand, November Blanco is the second daughter of Adelia and Matteo Blanco. Trouble can be her second name because she's always in one trouble or the other. She's not the clumsy, nerdy or dumb type, she's not brilliant either but she's a psycho who hates rude arrogant punks. She got to know from her mum that she's pretty and if there's anything she's proud of, it's her round @ss and curvy hips She has always dreamt of becoming a student of Newton but she fails the entrance exams yearly. What happens when November becomes a student of Newton college by chance?

“We’re sinners. If heaven exists, we’d never be allowed in. But you and I can rule hell together and I’d fuck you hard while we watch the world burn.” His cold lips left a hot trail of heat as it glided down her spine. “O- okay, Daddy.” She stuttered, gripping the sheets tightly and gasping for breath at the same time when fingers suddenly slid into her wet heat from behind. ~~~ She was betrothed to him since birth. Mya knew what was going to happen to her unfortunate life once she comes of age– she was going to be wedded to Angelo, a ruthless and dangerous Mafia Lord who makes the sky rain gore on a good day. And so on her wedding day, she eloped. That same day, she managed to turn into the most wanted criminal of the country. Mya went from running from Angelo, to being saved by him… but, not before paying a price. ———- Birthed by a monster and hardened by pain and violence, Angelo had turned into an emotionless psycho at the age of thirty-two. He had no intention of taking a bride from the onset, all he cared about was protecting his top spot in the country. In comes Mya– a supposed damsel in distress, only that this one has blood on her hands and scars maring her soul. Angelo was supposed to leave her to her wretched fate, but somehow, he found himself drawn to her. Perhaps, it was because there was something about her blue eyes that scratched at an instinct within him which he never knew existed. But she called him ‘Daddy’ once and nothing remained the same after that. Now he was going to protect her, fight her battles, and make her his queen.

Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name.Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper.Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her.Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not.But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out?An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.