Science Fiction Short Story Collections 소설 & 이야기

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

The city lights blurred past the cab window as I clutched the leather portfolio tight against my chest late that Friday evening, the files inside burning a hole through the folder because Jax Reed had texted me an hour ago with nothing but an address his private Manhattan townhouse and the words. "Bring the quarterly reports. Door's unlocked. Don't keep me waiting." while my mind raced with memories of the boardroom this morning, his thick cock slamming deep inside me on that glass table.

The scent of him, sandalwood and smoke, invaded my senses. "Excuses mean nothing here. You owe a debt, and Nocturne demands payment. But I am your collector, Mirelle. And I do not share." His words sent a shiver through me. Share? The auction, the bidders, the horror of strangers' hands on me. But he said he did not share. Was that a promise or a cage? "What do you mean? I was told I would..." "You were told wrong," he interrupted, his voice low, dangerous. He stopped behind me, so close I could feel the heat radiating from his body.

“Victor… Victor has taken me. He has me locked away somewhere in a warehouse. He wants all the confidential Riverside Project files sent to him right now. He says he will let me go safely if you just send them over. Please… I am so incredibly scared…” Before I could say another syllable, Victor snatched the phone away from my ear, bringing it to his own mouth with a confident smirk. “You two have exactly twenty-four hours to comply. Transfer every single data file, contract, and bidding sheet to the encrypted email address I just sent to your phone. No police involvement, no security teams, and absolutely no corporate tricks. If I see even a hint of a double-cross, Sophia vanishes from this

Just a fraction. Just enough that the city light through the window caught the edge of a thin, distinctive white scar that ran from his left temple into the dark hairline—the scar I had seen in every tech magazine, every Forbes cover, every investor profile for the last two years. The scar that belonged to Cassian Voss, the reclusive, ruthless billionaire whose fund was the only one left on my list that could keep my company from dying. My blood turned to ice and pure fire at the exact same second.

Short terrifying stories that leave you insomnolent . . . definitely a must read to while away time and get sleepless with fear, hahaha. 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. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy! While you're at it, you can check out my other profile @KinahFeels.

Until now, strange short stories had only very short stories. But from volume two I intend to add stories that have 10 to 20 captains as well. These stories are not so long nor have so much visibility as a separated book. For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes.

When I stopped, I was breathless. "I think I'm broken," I whispered. "No," he finally said. "You're not broken. You're human. But you are... dangerous." "Dangerous?" "To him. To anyone lucky enough to haunt your dreams." The booth felt too small. Too warm. My fingers curled around the edge of the seat. He leaned closer. Shadows moved behind the screen. "Would you come back next week?" "Why?" "Because I want to hear more. I want to know what happens next."

Why was Stefano suddenly able to see her when he wasn't able to just minutes ago? Francesca didn't know what to do and just stood there. Her immobilization wasn't purely out of fear, though. She knew that at times like this, her werewolf instincts would at least kick in. Stefano was doing something to her using the violet spools of energy emanating from his claws. Francesca squeezed her eyes shut, helpless as Stefano pulled his arm back to strike her. But then, the floor beneath them started to dissolve again and she found herself back in the future, bound and broken on the floor with Stefano screaming in pain in front of her.

Security camera footage started playing, every moment from the elevator, the penthouse windows, and even this bed. “These are for my private collection,” he said calmly, still buried deep inside me. “Try to leave… and they go public.”