Scary Bedtime Stories Adults Novels & Stories

Mira begged her mum with her tiny little voice as her mum was about to put her to bed "Okay dear, I'll tell you something very different, it's a mythical story and it's a bit scary" her mum said "Yeeeee, I love scary" Mira raise her little hands up happily "Okay listen," her mum started as she took a seat beside her little child's bed

After sunrise, I felt very sleepy and went to sleep. "Basic werewolf has no discipline, is an adult but still always sleeps on the table." If I was asleep, it would be very difficult to wake up. But, don't worry, I will wake up when it's time for me to wake up at ten at night or nine at night. But, I will wake up prematurely if I dream about how the tragedy of my family massacre happened. After waking up, I just stay in the room and spend time alone with spelling books or magic books like spellings that humans rarely know about.

****Amira***** I decided to tell the kids stories, I told them about the werewolves that lives in the woods. I told them how the werewolves would come out at night, and how they would howl at the moon. I described them as being large, powerful creatures with sharp teeth and glowing eyes. The children were enthralled by the story, and they huddled close together, eyes wide. I didn’t want to completely tell the kids that their was father is a werewolf, I was gradually preparing their minds for it..

I couldn't talked because I felt my tongue was locked by him. " I want you to do something for me!" His voice gets deeper and deeper. Alexander quickly got off from his bed and pinned himself on the wall. " Who are you?" He asked the vampire creature again. "I know you like the girl next door right?" He tried to allured him with a reward. Alexander nodded but his body was trembling in fear. " So what are you trying to tell me? I'll do anything just don't hurt her!" He said as the fear started to ran over his body. The ugly creature walked closer and he gave something to Alexander. It's a small bottle with a liquid inside. It's a posion. " Here let her drink this in your date this before the

"I'm scared." The whispers called to me again, nudging me forward to the stairs leading to the attic. I hardly ever came up here and it felt almost unfamiliar to do so. Uncle Al told me a lot of ghoul stories to keep me away while my father always debunked them when I asked to spend the night in his bedroom. The fond childhood memories gradually inked into a nightmare. A nightmare?

'Then this is my own kid' Mr Juan replied. Your dad had to stay with Mr Juan in case the police calls about the kids. So the end. What do you mean the end? One of Kate friends asked and he replied, that all. When it was around 8p.m I went out to face my fear for I knew the night was another full moon and those Black Cults would come again. I waited for several minutes till it was exactly 9p.m. Others were inside, the Voodoo man has gone so only I was outside. I brought out the Black cults book to read again and suddenly, I saw yellowish light coming from the middle of the book.

“What? Oh, right! What did I do on Halloween when I was your age? I don’t know if you should hear this. I mean, it’s not pretty. It’s downright scary as hell!” “The scarier, the better.” “You might change your mind afterward.” “Come on Grandpa, quit teasing me and tell the story!” “Precious, truly, I’m not teasing. I don’t want you to have nightmares because of me. Besides, this is about teenage boys and when they’re by themselves, they use colorful language. Your mom and dad won’t be happy with me.” “I watch scary stuff all the time on TV and the internet. I don’t have nightmares and Grandpa... I go to school with teenage boys, I know how they talk.”

“No, did you think you slept all night sitting up?” “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I have before.” “You’ve made yourself into a tight ball. You’re scared.” “I mean, you’re kind of towering over me, and you’re ginormous.” “That may be so, but you were sitting that way before I walked in here.” I lick my dry lips, not wanting to be rude but wanting to be honest. “You locked me in here, and I don’t like being locked in a room.” A shiver rolls up my spine as I think about my old bedroom.

Chapter 1: Sinful thoughts I lay on the big king size bed in the master bedroom, the sheets already twisted around my legs. My husband had left yesterday morning for his week-long business trip. He had given me the usual quick kiss at the door and promised to call when he landed, but I knew he probably wouldn’t.

"I wish you did though. I have been a really bad girl lately and I deserve to be punished." "Yes, you do and your punishment might come sooner than you think." He growled, lifting me up his cock and slamming me down. I clamped my hand over my mouth as I was about to shout out. It's still very early in the morning and Marcus is probably awake. I wouldn't want him to wake up and find me riding his brother's cock. "We better be careful." Julian growled, lifting me up and slamming me down on him again. I bit my palm as his cock grazed my G-spot, making my eyes roll to the back. I desperately wanted to shout out, scream Julian's name at the top of my voice until my throat hurts.