Scary Stories Novels & Stories

A murmur spread through the hall — someone laughed, someone asked, “What do you mean, sir?” Raghavan replied, “We will tell stories. One by one. Stories of fear. But remember — every story must carry the scent of truth. Because fear… does not live in lies.” A cold shiver ran through the room. Some students protested, but the professor only smiled and said, “If you don’t believe me, let’s begin with my story.” And slowly, he sat down. The candlelight flickered across his face — and he began to speak.

I nodded and did as he said.“Show me.”I opened my mouth and revealed my tongue to him when another spit landed on it.“Hold it in your mouth, and don’t swallow until I tell you.”I nodded, too scared to say something so I didn’t lose his spit.His mouth went to the other nipple, and his fingers and tongue started playing with it.He took his time teasing me, moving from one breast to the other, or to both simultaneously, until I thought I was going to come just from the nipple stimulation alone.“Don’t you dare come, doll,” he said as if reading my mind, and pulled back slightly. “I can feel how desperate are your legs to close, how needy is that cunt to have something relieve it.”“Please,” I beg

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

He whispered coldly in my ears. My eyes widened up as he said. My brow arched, I couldn't believed my ear. Oh my God! What is he trying to do with me? The fear of losing myself to a monster like him rushed a spine into my whole body system. Too young for this phase I was passing through. No! He wouldn't get down on me so easily.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

After two days of high temperatures and intense boredom, he remembered the three books. Sam pulled out the one with the Mummy on the cover, because it looked the most innocuous. It was entitled the Ninth Pan Book of Horror Stories. He wasn’t the least bit prepared for what he found inside. The first three stories involved emasculation, murder and burning at the stake. In his fevered state Sam felt he was not only watching the characters’ suffering, he was experiencing it along with them. He flung the book at the wall and then hid it again, wishing he could burn it like Jinnot, the young girl in the third story who was burned alive.

It infuriated Cassy more—with the night that’s the homecoming of the ghosts and horrors. A wicked laugh itched to be out, instead, she scrutinized the height. The distance between her and the ground did not harrow her. It amazed her at how different she’s lurking around where the normal people might not even stare without a wave of nausea washing over them. An urge to smoke-filled her; she fetched a pack from the inside pocket of her dark blue jacket; ignited the flame, mumbling, “Every legendary story is a pent-up frustration of human beings to invoke fear in the minds of those whom they hate. Several against one or one against many.”

Ken asks while trying to make the conversation a little lighter. "I swear, Ken. Big huge hairy creatures that shift between men....and ugly wolf-men hybrids...They also talked about vampires at the place they held me for four days. We don't live in the world we think we do...I swear on mom. The girl I escaped with...they shot her in the back of the head. To escape from the basement I made the furnace explode...I killed people to get away from them, Kenny. I became a monster to escape monsters. I would never make that up," I declare, and Ken's eyes widen as he digests my words.

“Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.” Kinurot siya ni Porsche sa tagiliran na siya namang paghagalpak niya ng tawa. “Pero seriously, horror talaga. Kasi… I mean.” Tumikhim si Blue samantalang naghihintay ng kasunod na sasabihin niya ang dalaga. “Love is scary. Especially no’ng moment na malalaman mong hindi ka mahal ng mahal mo. Nakakatakot kaya ‘yon. Pero… for me…di bale nang takutin mo ako araw-araw, My Sadako, ok lang. Para sa ‘kin mas nakakatakot ang mawala ka sa piling ko.” Naramdaman ni Blue na humigpit ang yakap ng dalaga sa kanya at mas lalo nitong isinubsob ang mukha sa kanyang dibdib. “Sa mga karaniwang ending ng pelikula, ano