Scary Books For Adults Novels & Stories

I kept my back to him, my body rigid, and held my breath. “Babe,” he whispered, nuzzling the back of my neck. I could smell her on him - another woman’s perfume and sweat clinging to his skin. Revulsion twisted my stomach. I should have screamed at him to get out, but I just lay there frozen, terrified to shatter the calm.

I dropped back on my bed, ready to surrender to the ache in my chest—when my phone finally pinged. My breath hitched. My sweet boy, No. 13 Dracula Estate, East Coast. My eyes widened. “Dracula Estate?” I muttered under my breath. The name itself sent a shiver down my spine. Why did it sound so dark… so dangerous? But excitement overpowered fear. I shot up from the bed like I’d been lit on fire. I had already bathed earlier, so I brushed through my hair quickly, changed into a fitted outfit that hugged all the right places, and sprayed a hint of cologne across my neck.

Although I am not a movie fan, I have seen some ridiculous films while I was younger, and this unsettling phenomenon is giving off the terrifying vibes of being possessed, exactly like some horror script. Am I truly being possessed by a ghost? The thought was insane, illogical, but what other explanation was there for these blackout episodes and the terrible things I sometimes found myself doing? I prayed silently, a desperate, frantic plea that I would not do something unusual this time. I slammed my palm against the throbbing back of my head, quickly wanting to walk away from the scene, away from her, away from this constant threat of losing myself, but I was too late. The pain worsened, i

One that would give me a chance at finding a man who would be willing to take whatever I have to “offer.” What the hell did she mean, “offer”? Is it a holiday-themed bazaar? Auction? I’m not sure, but something about the latter — the event being an auction — feels likely. But then again, I haven’t spent twenty-years in the publishing industry without developing a “sense” for language and its use. And “offer” seems like a particularly important, conscious choice. While making my way from the main lodge area to the area that acts like the hotel, I think, Do I really want to go to that kind of thing, though? What if it ’s creepy? Weird? Dodgy?

A bit skewed. I preferred winding down with reading, yet whenever I tried to pick up a book, I found myself doomscrolling my T*****r feed. Instead of my usual diet of documentaries and PBS shows, I got hooked on some silly reality thing on Bravo. Rather than my usual day spent learning, I found myself wandering around the neighborhood, enjoying the scenery around me.

I’m in the back of the library looking for a quiet spot to study when I hear it — a soft, breathy gasp from the very last row of shelves. I should keep walking. Good girls don’t investigate strange noises. But something pulls me closer. I peek around the corner and my breath catches. Lucas Black has a girl pinned against the tall bookshelves. Her skirt is bunched up around her waist. His hand is between her thighs, fingers moving slowly under her panties. The girl’s head is thrown back, lips parted in silent pleasure as he works her. His grey eyes — sharp, knowing, dangerous — suddenly flick up and lock directly onto mine.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

And always wore a cold gaze that'd always sent slight shivers down my skin on sight. Laid awake countless nights driving myself to the brink of insanity and release as I pictured his eyes on me, watching me drive my vibrator in and out of my soaked cunt. Imagined the way his hands would feel caressing my skin, tugging at my nipples and squeezing my neck as he pounded into me. I feel a shiver run down my spine and straight through my core, my panties immediately dampening. Was this some sort of trap? How was I meant to move in with a man who scared me and turned me on at the same time?

Countless shelves lined with weathered books and scrolls stretched into the distance, promising untold secrets and forgotten wisdom. They made their way through the labyrinthine aisles, their eyes scanning the titles and searching for any mention of Lycans or black magic. Dust danced in the rays of sunlight that filtered through stained glass windows, lending an ethereal quality to their journey. Finally, they discovered a section dedicated to ancient legends and forbidden knowledge. The books here were wrapped in worn leather, their pages delicate and yellowed with age. Rey's fingers traced the spines until they settled upon a tome titled "The Chronicles of Shadows: Unveiling the Secrets of

These feelings I pushed down. I reached for the Lussuria Clausa in my bag. A book of spells to suppress erotic dreams, seal the gates of pleasure and protect the body from unwanted spiritual intrusion through sexual channels. Just as I opened the first page…. “Liliane Ravanel with the Lussuria Clausa? Wonders shall never cease,” I heard. I turned to find Adrien watching me over my shoulder. “Are you crazy? Can’t you see I need privacy?” I asked, anger coursing through me. I fucking hate Adrien.