Scary Stories In The Dark Novelas e Histórias

That night was so scary that I will remember it till the day I die. I even had nightmares for two consistent days. I was so scared to even close my eyes because I feared that when I opened my eyes, I would be back in the dungeon. Whenever I tried to sleep, the memories of darkness invaded my sleep leading to nightmares. I don’t want to return there ever.

Warning: Explicit sexual content, group sex, extremely rough sex, BDSM elements, consensual intense experience. 18+ only. All characters are adults. "OH GOD! OH FUCK! DAMIEN!" Serah's scream echoed through the penthouse suite, raw and primal, as Damien's massive cock hit a spot inside her that shouldn't exist.....a depth that defied anatomy, a place that made her see actual stars bursting behind her clenched eyelids.

She froze in place, her lips parting in utter shock and terror. I looked at Dr. Drake. Then I looked back at the terrified girl standing in front of me. A slow, dark, wicked grin spread across my face as I took a step toward her. "Mommy...?" I repeated smoothly, my voice dropping into a deep, dangerous purr. "Well, well, well. Isn't this interesting?"

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The clatter of a dish being set down made me want to jump out of my skin, my heart leaping in my chest. Peters was ogling at me. I quickly looked away, hoping no one at the table would notice the fear creeping into my eyes. I was trapped in the room, or felt trapped. Unable to leave, yet my mind screamed for escape, for the safety of silence and solitude, where the weight of this invisible terror might finally lift. Terror of Peters doing something terrible. Something terrific like bringing out the pistol from wherever he was hiding it, aiming closely at Michael, and sending him to the heavens for sleeping with his legally married wife.

He bathed everything in black. Then I heard a scream coming from beyond the lake. I turned and ran around it until I came to a nearby village. Her scent was strong there. I shifted back to myself. Dead corpses everywhere, their throat with two puncture marks, their skin writhed. A vampire attack. My heart sank. This wasn’t just about Maera anymore, this was a call for war. They had slaughtered an entire village, sucking the soul out of them. Woods rattled behind me. I turned to see what caused it, and a little boy appeared before me, scared and afraid.

My first night back at the Davis estate, sleep was a stranger. The withdrawal hit hardest in the dead of night. Curled up in bed, I shook with chills, my pajamas drenched in cold sweat. Memories assaulted me: my dad getting shot, my mom's last scream, the red liquid Adrian handed me... I remembered my first kill at 18: a traitor. Francis had shoved a gun in my hands and said, "Show your loyalty." I pulled the trigger, and the bullet found its mark.

I chewed on the inside of my cheek, scrolling further, trying different keywords. There were no reports of anything shady. No horror stories. Just a lingering air of mystery, of exclusivity. And desire. A few anonymous posts hinted at things left unsaid. "You’ll never be the same after." "Your darkest fantasies, waiting to be unlocked." "I was scared, but I shouldn’t have been." My breath hitched, hands tightening around my phone. I leaned back on the couch, dragging my fingers across the embossed lettering of the invitation once more.

A massive, heavy body slammed straight into my side with immense force. The blow knocked the wind out of me, throwing my body across the dirt floor. I tumbled into the bushes, gasping for air as pain radiated through my ribs. My vision began to fade into black, my consciousness slipping away rapidly. Through my blurry, fading sight, I looked up. Standing right over me was a massive, pitch-black wolf. His fur was as dark as the night sky, his build was imposing, and a pair of glowing crimson eyes stared down at me with absolute authority.

Trigger Warnings 18+ ONLY This collection contains mature content including: Graphic M/M intimate scenes, dominant/submissive dynamics, dubious consent, power exchange, rough encounters, possessive/dominant behavior, and strong language. Reader discretion is strongly advised. A collection of stories about men who want more... Strangers in dark clubs, rivals who can't keep their hands off each other, alphas and Omegas bound by something older than either of them, two men who've been circling each other for years finally giving in. Every story stands alone. Every story burns differently. Some are quick and dirty, some take their time. Some are about the first time, and some a