Novel & Cerita Public Domain Scary Stories

It couldn’t be. But the more I stared, the more pieces fell into place. The scar on his left knuckle from an old boxing injury—he’d mentioned it once in an interview clip I’d devoured. The way he tilted his head when thinking, just like in his solo vids where he’d stroke that massive cock slowly, teasing the camera with promises of destruction. Professor Adrian Black was Dominic Steele. My pornstar crush. My naughty professor.

she asked and seemedl thrilled. "No! Of course, he’s not! He's a friendly guy, that's why." "If I know, he has a HD for you! That's what happened in Korean dramas!" My jaw hangs open with what she said. What did she say? "What is HD ??" I asked her. "A Hidden desire,really? Scarlet? you're so innocent!" she immediately stood up and took my arm. "This is exciting! I'm looking forward to your love story with our boss but what about Mr. Stripper? I'll bet he's still into you."

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

"Do you know where the comparative literature section is? I've been wandering around for twenty minutes." Mara's mouth went dry. She was used to guys on campus, cocky fraternity brothers who were more noise than substance. This man was different. There was an easy confidence about him, a maturity that made her pulse quicken. "Um, yeah," she managed, hating how breathless she sounded. "It's two aisles over, then all the way to the back wall." His lips curved into a smile that made her stomach flip. "Thanks. I'm Adrian, by the way."

“Take off your shoes and get comfortable. We’re starting your discipline tonight.” My voice came out shaky. “What… what kind of discipline?” He leaned down slightly, his deep voice right next to my ear. “The kind that bad girls like you secretly crave.”

Mark trusted me yet here I was clicking accept on the video call because the heat pooling between my legs weighed more. The screen split. His camera stayed dark but his voice came through, familiar in a way that really scared me. “Look at you, Vida. Say, Alex.” “Alex,” I whispered, voice shaking as I slid my fingers down my belly. My fingers found my slick folds already slick. I circled my clit slowly, the shame twisting more with every stroke. “Good girl. I’ve watched you for years at those barbecues, your ass swaying in those thin summer dresses while Mark bragged about his perfect marriage. I jerked off several times thinking about bending you over right there in the backyard.”

Juliette had heard these horror stories from the previous receptionist. As she got closer to the door, she heard a thud as if he had thrown his shoe at the wall. He threw things, but most often his shoes, she’d learned. She bit her lip at the thought that at least it wasn’t an employee’s head. In the brief silence that followed the thud, she slowly opened the door to his office. He was still on the phone and beckoned her to enter. She shut the door behind her and began to lay out the lunch that she had brought on the long table mostly covered in papers by his desk.

They make me all paranoid and shit. I try to keep a neutral expression, when I feel Gavin looking at me. He doesn't need to know how big of a wimp I am. On the inside though I'm screaming no, no, no. "Does Naudia like scary movies?" Gavin asks Grant and Grant laughs. "No, she doesn't." He answers and I feel myself blush. Gavin starts to say something, but I interrupt him. "It's fine. I don't mind." I blurt out quickly.