Public Domain Scary Stories Novels & Stories

In a nice voice I reply “Just had the scariest nightmare of my life. Why are you awake at 2 in the morning?” If I had of called anyone else, they would have ripped my head off for calling at such an ungodly hour. “Oh, you poor baby, its okay it was just a nightmare.” She purrs. There’s a short pause before she says “Aaron is over and we are watching horror movies, my

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

You didn't do anything wrong" Fuck he's being scary. . .*

Gemma Vivid images of the monstrous Arachne, its sharp fangs sinking into Stacey’s flesh and ripping her to shreds, filled my dreams like a nightmare on repeat. Her blood-curdling scream echoed in my mind, only to be drowned out by my own as I desperately shielded her from the creature’s attack. Stacey’s biggest fear had always been spiders, yet even in the face of this terror she was still trying to save me. She had always been the protector, but now it was my turn to be the hero and save her. My heart raced with fear and determination as I faced off against the Arachne, ready to do whatever it took to keep Stacey safe.

After shrugging on a tank top and sweatpants, I returned to find her sprawled seductively on the couch, legs wildly on display. "That's... quite the unique trophy," Lyra remarked, pointing a dainty finger towards the wall. "Where did that come from?" My expression darkened, jaw tightening as I shoved my hands deep into my pockets, not willing to continue this particular conversation. Some stories were not meant for sharing—not even with her. At least not yet. I have enough frightening rumours about me floating around already. No need to add one scarier story to the mix. “Does it belong to one of your enemies?” Lyra pressed

WARNING : This is a collection of short erotic stories. It is extremely explicit, raw and unfiltered. Not suitable for readers under 18. Step into a world where every shade of temptation comes alive. Where obsession feels like love, and ruin feels like pleasure. Every tale drags you into a secret desire, a toxic attraction. Where heroines love being ravaged, and still beg for more. Stepdads who claim what they desire while mom is away or sleeping. Dominant piano tutor who turns practice into breathless, handcuffed restraint, and a junior brother who blackmailed their sisters into a threesome.

Before she could fully grasp the meaning, Greta flinched and jumped three feet away in fright. I helpfully explained, "It's an incurable sexually transmitted disease." Hilda froze, and her face turned beet red. In the next second, she started wailing out loud. "How could you slander me like this, doctor? What will become of my reputation? You're an incompetent doctor. You're a quack!" After yelling at the doctor, she instinctively turned to Greta for support. To her dismay, Greta had already retreated to the doorway. With a pale face, Greta stammered, "Doctor, I was sitting so close to her. Could she have passed it to me?"

But I decided that perhaps I didn't know everything about Michael, especially his sexual likes and dislikes, so after he left for school the next morning, I returned to his laptop, and this time I checked his favourites. Most were game sites, but there were three Literotica addresses, as well as a pantyhose site. The first Literotica page was simply a list of new stories updated each day, the second was the top incest stories by score, but the third was one that gave me lots of information about my son's kinks. It was a search engine with the following tags: mom, son, and submission.

she deepened her voice to imitate Scott, "it's like I owe you." "You don't owe me, Jackie. I washed your hair because it was what you needed. That's what a Dom does." He gazed out through the woods and exhaled sharply. "I think you've read too many so-called BDSM books about sadist Dominants. That's not what we're talking about. We're talking about safe, sane, and consensual. Always." He looked back at her. "You can depend on me, Jackie. I've got you."

I try not to look at her when I ask. “Oh yeah, I have them a lot. Especially right after I watch a scary movie, even though mom says I should have out grown that by now. My brother Dillon is always forcing me to watch them when mom's at work. I can’t wait till he moves out this winter.” “That sucks. Why is he so mean to you?”