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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?

He took a step closer to me, and I took a step back from fear, he tried to touch me, but I closed my eyes worried, that's when his aura disappeared, he disappeared, I opened my eyes but I was alone in my room, the thing that I felt now wasn't a normal hell creature, the story he's been telling me, I was worried I'm messing with something much stronger, but what is it! I ran to my bathroom, showering and putting some warm clothes on like I was told, also it feels good to feel warm, I went back down to the library, I got the hell book, one that includes demons. I hide the book under my clothes and ran back to my room, deciding to read it there, I need to know what Scar is, why he wants me to l

“We’re alone, little monster. You can take whatever you want from me.” My breath hitches, and I spread my legs impossibly wider, needing as much friction as I can get. I’m a stroke away from having the most intense orgasm of my life, and I’m terrified it’s going to rip me apart. “I’ll hold you together,” Victor says, as if reading my mind.

I said "it's okay you guys carry on I will be back after sometime" they agreed i went to library i seen bookshelf is moving how can a bookshelf move is there any ghost here iam scared god if it is really will it kill me I went slowly someone is coming I thought it ghost and screamed "ahhhhhh" someone closed my mouth with their palm and pinned me to bookshelf

**CORRUPTING THE GOOD GIRL** **Chapter 7: My Most Depraved Fantasy Comes True… Or Does It?** The text comes at midnight. *Warehouse. 1 AM. Come alone. Don’t wear anything under your uniform.* My hands shake as I drive there, heart hammering with a mix of terror and unbearable excitement. I’ve never done anything like this. But after weeks of Lucas slowly breaking down every wall I had, I’m no longer the innocent girl I pretended to be.

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.

She walked with haste at first, one hand holding the gas can and the other ready to signal any passing motorist. The night noises began to grow louder, and she jumped as an owl screeched and swooped past her, plucking an unseen prey from the ground. Her heart thundered in her chest, perspiration starting at the nape of her neck. The nerves were warping into a fear of what might lie in the dark, waiting for her. There was a roaring from behind her, startling her and interrupting her thoughts. At first, it sounded like a great beast come to end her, but as it grew closer, it became the unmistakable growl of a motorcycle.

he answered flatly. I stopped mid-step, my body going still as his words sank in, a chill running down my spine. “A mass murderer?” I repeated under my breath, my fingers tightening slightly. He glanced back at me, his expression unreadable. “Are you scared? You don’t seem like the kind of girl who get scared easily,” he remarked, his tone almost teasing as he kept walking. I swallowed hard, my throat dry, then hurried after him, my steps slower now as unease settled in my chest.

muttered Sumico excitedly. Sumico went on taking a look at Hanny’s other romance novels one by one until she reached a book – not a novel, but it got the similar size with a novel. The title was tickling, somewhat queer, strange, and scary. Sumico turned the book back to read the synopsis for a while.

" 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...