Public Domain Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Look at the f*cktard, waking me up by pulling my leg and now that I fell, he didn’t even helped me to get up. I just shake my head before standing up. … “So, what’s your plan?” Caleb asked while we’re walking in the sea shore. “I don’t know. Maybe I’ll just relax now. I won’t stressed about someone that’s creepy,” I said and laughed but he remained silent. I told him about the one who is texted me and called but didn’t introduce himself. He asked me what my plan was, how I could stop it. He even said that one day I might disappear after being told that I was dead. Well, I hope that won’t happen.

The Taboo Chronicles is a curated collection of dark, twisted, and unapologetically erotic stories designed to push the boundaries of conventional desire. From the sacred halls of a silent church to the high-stakes shadows of obsessive power plays, these stories explore the raw, unyielding side of human hunger. Whether it’s the thrill of a secret shared in the dark or the surrender of a soul to a dominant force, nothing is off-limits.

“Do you think it’s haunted?” My breath sticks in my chest at her words. Before I can say anything, Jack laughs. “Don’t be stupid. Of course it isn’t haunted.” “Some people think it is,” I counter. “There have always been stories about this place, about the swamp.” The woman pauses as an uneasy shadow flickers across her delicate features. “What kind of stories?” she presses. Jack once again cuts me off. “Who gives a shit?” he chuckles. “Ghosts, witches, werewolves–that’s all kid stuff. The only thing we should be afraid of is the IRS.”

She didn't want to hear anymore of the frightening story. "Don't tell me you're all scared. It's a myth, I made it up!" John smirked, his eyes gazing at the scared faces of his girlfriend and friends. "Ha ha ha, scared? I've never been scared of anything in my life!" Rocky roared in laughter as he rose from the ground. "Scary stories don't scare me. I'm gonna pee!" He uttered still grinning. "Don't wander far into the woods, you never know who you'll meet." John warned in a playful but spooky voice.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

"What's more, you know, likeliest result is you'll arrive and they'll say, 'Eh, you're OK, however not our somewhat young lady'. What's more, you'll squander like an entire year mooching around France, scarcely making due with strip clubs and leader bistros." Lannie remained quiet through the talk, watching Mollie's jaw move as the Scot talked. When the hand comes up, she took the young lady's fingers and pulled them away, shoulders drooping. A piece of her needed to holler at the blonde. It was exactly the same thing every other person had told her. Her folks attempted to frighten her with accounts of certain man-eaters who jumped at the chance to eat the skin off adolescent young ladies wh

"Your pussy will pay for what you did today for a long, long time." A shudder ran down Emma's spine. She should be scared of this guy she stabbed and he was still issuing threats. Who still had the strength to fuck her to orgasm while bleed. But she wasn't afraid. She was excited. She couldn't wait for what Romero would do to her next.

She had never traveled anywhere, not out of travel jitters, but out of lack of opportunity. So, Era settled into her position and waited for Dom's story with a plate of healthy vegetarian snacks in front of her. "Alright. It seems like you all want to hear about my experiences so far. So, I won't disappoint you," Dom said, rubbing his hands together in excitement. He briefly cleared his throat before continuing with a smile that never left his face. "To start with, I'm going to tell you about some myths I've heard during my travels, and the first interesting myth I want to share with you is about our existence as werewolves. Specifically, it's about our origin."

They had dived into their favorite topic of discussion, their boyfriends. “Gideon is sooo good! He literally makes me come every time, every fucking time” Lauren said, fanning herself. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Here we go again. “Me too!!!!” Helen giggled, eyes wide with excitement. “Brian does this thing with his tongue, and, oh my God, my eyes roll! I literally have to beg him to stop” They yapped none stop for hours. Who was better in bed. Who had a bigger dick. Who was freakier, Who ate pussy better. It was getting damn annoying because , my lovely boyfriend, was shit.

This was my first time having sex with another female gender, especially a Luna and even though I was excited, I was also scared. I did not want my wolf to be angry at me or want to be thrown out of the wolf pack as a rogue who did forbidden things. My friend moved to my front, grabbed my hand and wrist and entangled her fingers in mine, rubbing her thumb on the palms of my fingers. She pulled my head closer to her mouth and whispered into it. “Why are you looking at them that way? It is very weird and I think you are making them very uncomfortable.” She kissed my ear, brushing the tip of her tongue against my ear lobes.