Scream Books Novels & Stories

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I felt the pull of the villa behind me, the warm light from our bedroom a beacon of safety I was walking away from. Jurgina Bar’s flickering neon sign cast a sickly yellow glow on the street, illuminating a dark, peeling door. Inside, the noise was a physical thing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and slurred voices. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air. I made my way to the second floor, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ears. The hallway was a long, dark tunnel. Room 8 was at the very end.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

my voice was barely above a whisper. The ticking of the clock and the shuffling of feet was the only response I got, eliciting an unnerving sigh from me. I skidded quickly away from the aisle and finally found the books that brought me in here. All the Beautiful Things series bore an identical cover where the dominant colour on the book cover was black. I picked the book, Screech, beside it and threw it on the pile in my hands, making my way forward.

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Since Susan is still doing most of the luna’s work until Adron is dead. Every time I walked in here, my breath got taken away. It was beautiful. The smell of books was something I’ll never tire of. There was one book that really stood out to me. It was called The History of Vampire Behavior. Sitting down, I opened it up and began to read.

She screamed. “Open your notebook,” he ordered, breathless. “Read the last line.” She flipped the page with trembling fingers, barely able to focus. “I scream his name,” she whispered, “and I come so hard I black out.” “Good girl,” he said. And then he ruined her. One hand around her throat, the other over her mouth to muffle the scream as her body convulsed around him, wave after wave tearing through her while he came again, deep and hot and perfect.

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His adams apple went upside down everytime he swallows as well as his veins and well-defined jaw line. “What I said earlier—” I was cut off when he looked at me before walking his way to the other side of the shelves and only stopped after reaching the section ‘S’ where all the title of the books starts with letter S. I hurriedly followed him and did not even noticed that I’m already close to him causing me to bumped my forehead on the side of his shoulder. My hand automatically flew to my forehead and didn’t failed to grimaced due to the pain I felt. I stepped my feet few steps backwards from him as I continue to gently rub my forehead expecting the wound in it. Unconsciously, I raised my e

I scream. He’s across the room in two strides. One gloved hand clamps over my mouth, muffling the sound, the other pinning my wrists above my head. The duffel drops to the floor with a heavy thud. I thrash, naked, wet, terrified, but he’s solid muscle, immovable, his body heat radiating against my bare skin. He smells like rain-soaked leather and something warm under that makes my traitor brain think safe when nothing about this is safe.