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As soon as I opened the first page, it excites me after reading first sentence. "What are you reading?" I felt the sofa lowered down a bit as I feel Patty sitting behind me. "I am reading horror stories." I simply answered. "I thought you like romance." "I like romance but I need to rest my fond in romances. I need to feel scared and creepy. Maybe there's someone here in fictional characters whom I can adapt the personality to scare my bashers." "That's good. Continue reading." I felt her walking away. "Do you want some coffee?" I heard Patty asked me.

CHAPTER 10 BESTFRIEND WARNING! THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LIGHT (SEXUAL, SUICIDAL, DANGEROUS, EXPLICIT) SCENES AND WORDS NOT SUITABLE FOR PEOPLE BELOW 18 YEARS OLD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISKS! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! JUST BEWARE! It was very much normal to feel afraid and vulnerable, Nicholas was just not used to feeling this especially when he had lived his life boldly and fearlessly since no one in this world could move him, not even the hunters.

But still, my eyelids are absolutely reluctant to close. As I lay there staring blankly at the ceiling, I suddenly remembered Javier’s collection of horror books. That’s right. A while back, I’d idly picked up one of his scary stories. Since I’m actually a scaredy-cat, every time I read one of those horror stories, I’d immediately be scared out of my wits and end up falling asleep from emotional exhaustion.

Great. That opens a floodgate of articles about hormones, pheromones, and 'soul-deep connections.' Nothing remotely scientific. It's all romance novel tropes and spiritual mumbo jumbo. I groan quietly pressing my palms over my eyes. What do I think I'm going to find? A diagnosis for 'help, I dry-humped my boss and now my brain's short-circuiting?' I can't stop. The next search is even more absurd. I am being influenced by paranormal fanfic websites: 'Supernatural myths about wolves.'

Lauren’s P.O.V. (Continued) “What is it?” I asked her in a concerned voice. She didn’t answer but approached me and raised her tablet towards me. I furrowed my brows but took the tablet from her. There was an article open on the screen, and the very first line turned my blood cold. “They have gone too far,” Carla muttered in a low and angry voice. I didn’t reply, but read the article. Every word written there was like a jab from a sharp knife.

Thalia's POV. My eyes widened in horror the moment I heard that. Death? I knew I was going to die someday, but I never for once thought that I'd die by the hands of a criminal. That would be too much of a disgrace. I struggled to breath, my hands now clawing his big arm but Rocco didn't let go. His grin never faltered, even as he finger-fucked me. The sounds of his finger pushing back and forth echoing through the room, a reminder of how shameless I grew.

She hesitated in it before typing her response. Sidney: Oh, will I? Oliver: Yes Allison: How did you get the idea for your article about Lovecraftian influence in modern horror? Sidney: Wow! You have been reading for a while. I saw a movie at a film festival last year that really had that vibe but did it so subtly. Allison: It was very good. Sidney: Thank you! Allison: Can I ask you something? Sidney: Sure. Allison: Is it scary to post your pictures on the internet?

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars. Before I could give the handsome stranger an answer, I felt a hand tug my arm with force, pulling me away from the guy swiftly. “Hey man! What the fuck!”yelled the beautiful stranger as he became smaller and smaller, nearly out of sight. I could hardly see in the darkened area where I was being led to. My heart raced, and I feared the worse. Was I being attacked? I didn’t have a weapon, but I tried to remember all the self-defense lessons Lisa and I had taken that summer. And where the fuck was security?

" She said and I rolled my eyes slightly. “What do you think I am, 5?? I can't get scared from the letters in the pages of a book plus the real world is a lot scarier than any content that can be found in a book." I said and at that moment I thought about what nearly happened to me some days back. Almost getting raped is like a scene straight out from a horror movie, it's by far the most scariest thing I could think of and I am glad I was able to come out of it with only a bitter taste in my mouth and not an actual emotional scar that would last forever...