Scary Stories Hooked Novels & Stories

Getting on my tiptoes, I tried to hook onto the rope above. From days without food and water, Lucy’s eyes were sunken. Parting her cracked lips, she murmured, “Dean…” With trembling hands, I brushed the stray hair away from her face and forced a smile before muttering, “Don’t be scared, Lucy. I’ll find a ladder to get you down now.” Several burly security agents burst in and dragged me out. “What are you doing? Unhand me!” Brushing off my struggles, they hauled me away from the warehouse.

I grabbed the steel anal hook, slicked it, and without warning shoved it into her pussy while my cock was still buried in her ass. “Fuckkk…. Oh my….!!” She screamed again, voice giving out halfway, turning into a guttural sob that tore something open inside my chest. I hooked the ring at the end of the hook to the back of her collar and pulled, bowing her spine, forcing her to take both holes deeper. Then I fucked her hard, fast and brutal. Each thrust drove the hook deeper, drove my cock deeper, drove her body rocking helplessly between steel and flesh. “Do you fucking think you can crawl into my heart and make it flutter like you own it, huh?” I snarled, my voice was unrecognizable. “You t

I lied to Eric. I told him that I found out after breaking up with Dean, when I went through his things. In truth, I'd found out about the skeleton in his closet the second week into our relationship. Dean had a phone that he never let out of his sight. I could still remember that one time he couldn't find it anywhere. He'd become extremely agitated as he turned his office upside down, making me wait for him in the car. His phone was in the car, having been wedged in a gap. When I pulled it out, the screen had been filled with BDSM slang and talk about switching bedpartners among friends.

A young couple were packed in a remote spot when the music on the radio was interrupted by a news bulletin. A madman had escaped from the nearby asylum. He could be identified by the hook he had in place of his right hand. The girl wanted to be taken home immediately... When they arrived at her house, the boy went over to open the car door for her...and hanging from the handle was a BLOODY HOOK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The horizon was a jagged smear of charcoal gray and bruised violet. For three years, I had walked toward it, guided by nothing but the rumors whispered in the hushed, terrified voices of dying scavengers. They spoke of a place that held the line, a fortress of humanity amidst the rotting sprawl of the walking dead. They called it "Haven."

He asked politely as he looked from me to Tasha for approval. “ Why not? The more, the merrier.” Tasha replied and Arnold stepped in to walk beside us, making me the middle man. “Alright so it's time for some midnight stories from dear Arnold, anything you have for us Arnold?” Tasha asked Arnold, who smiled. He was obviously pleased with her words. “Hm… I could share my experience killing the strange creatures that live here. Okay, what is your opinion of the scariest and strangest creature?” Arnold asked as he folded his arms.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.

He impatiently peeled the shirt off him, and then the pants followed. “If I catch you, I’ll make sure you lose your mind as well.” His warning made my heart skip a beat. “That was the damn plan!” I didn’t move. He dived into the pool. I held my breath when the water stilled. An audible scream left my mouth when he pulled my legs and hooked them around his waist. “Gotcha!” My hands wrapped around his neck, laughing. His eyes glazed with a storm of mischief, and I was so sinfully excited for it.

Worse yet, she was plotting harm against us! In my previous life, she succeeded in killing both me and Ralph. This time, I wasn't going to let history repeat itself. On top of that, I would protect myself and take my revenge. I would ensure that the knife she was brandishing ended up stabbing her instead. … The next day, Hilda crept into my room around midday just as I had suspected. She went straight for the scissors I used to cut up food for Ralph. Sitting on my bed, she pulled out her infected, fungus-ridden toes and began clipping her nails. Once she was done, she placed the scissors back where she'd found them. She pretended as if nothing had happened. Then, she left and went out for a

Ana’s POV I felt a rope tied on my hand which was tied behind a wooden chair. I was so disturbed because I felt the sound of mice’s in the room. I couldn’t say for certain if it was in an enclosed area or an open place but one thing was certain. I was alone and heard nothing. My eyes were tied and this made it even more difficult to tell what was actually going on in there. I couldn’t even move parts of my body as I felt almost hypnotized.