Scream Fanart Novels & Stories

Scar lets out a dark laugh, his eyes sinister and feral, while his alpha pheromones hit Soren with so much force that he's choking on air, and his knees are weakening, but the alpha's tight grasp on his jaw holds him up. “You should worry about yourself, petal. If I am going to hell tonight... I am taking you with me.” Scar spits out, a demonic chuckle bubbling from his throat, sending a spray of blood over Soren’s face. His eyes are wide, bloodshot, and completely inhuman. Suddenly, Scar yanks the IV line straight out of Soren’s arm, causing a sharp cry of pain to rip from the omega’s lips as blood squirts from his vein. Scar wraps his large arm around Soren’s waist, dragging his trembling

As soon as I entered his office, I saw him talking to someone while facing the window. “Yes Hunter, please check that also, thanks man I owe you for this," that's what I heard. The first thing I noticed was the luxury scent that smells good and I know it was him. His office is a combination of Grey and black colors that looks so manly, there were no other things aside from the black couch, his office table, and a painting. When he turned around and sighted my presence, the smirk did not go unnoticed. “So, what can I do for you, Ms. Car Scratcher?” he asked while looking at me intently.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

I'm known to be the pale vampire in the modelling industry but this time, I want to make some changes, I'll go darker as this page would be full of mystery and secrets. I apply a bit of cream on my face and put a little foundation on it to cover some scars I got back in jail and some of the wrinkles that's starting to scatter all over my face. I didn't wear any make up for today, only a plain maroon lipstick and contact lense to match my tan backless dress with my hair straightly comb.

As if life had told me that I wouod Nevee escape this nightmare, I stated to get messages…Deadly messages threatening to ruin everything I held dear… it was torture The colour left my eyes as I held into my phone with my heart threatening to tear out and leave me alone to this misfortune No…no…it’s can’t be… My inside tumbled, but my eyes remained glued to the screen “You would end it… You would stay married and make him disappear someone your life or I will expose everything” Tears gathered around my eyes, blurring my vision as I moved to the next line “If you refuse, then I would destroy your lover, tell your sister and frame the relationship as predatory not consensual”

It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it. Now, without the pendant, Charlotte finally saw her colleagues, who had been there all along. "We have plenty of employees here. From now on, you'll be working with them," I told her. I clapped my hands happily as I watched terror spread across her face. "What is happening? What are these things?" Charlotte screamed. The workshop was crowded with ghosts. At that moment, they were all sizing her up. They looked disturbing—headless men, women with missing limbs, and even malformed infants. No one could witness such a sight and remain unshaken.

My scream was muffled as he fiddled with my nipple with one hand, sucks and licked my clit while plugging in and out of me. "Ohhhhh my goodness, shit." I cursed as my body shook and I knocked down a few books from his desk. My temperature increased as I feel my orgasm building up and it became more difficult to stay out and to keep my voice down. "Ohhhhh, shit... Ohhhhh, ahhhhhh,fuck, fuck." I screamed as the wave of orgasm hit me, I held onto his hair as my legs shook uncontrollably and my whole body vibrates like I am convulsing.

A tall man with a large and long tattoo on his arm. Gemma trembled with fear and did not dare to look this man in the face, the people who worked here were like the mafia, so she was scared and clenched her hands. “Yes, it is me,” Gemma said quietly. The man handed the document back to Gemma and then shook his head gravely saying, “Sorry, we can't lend it to you.”

He continued to give attention to my breasts with his mouth while he caressed my body with his hands and my body began to react wanting more, wanting to feel him inside me again and he seemed to understand because with one of his hands he was accommodating his erection in my womanhood to begin to slide gently and I stifled a moan. He started by giving gentle thrusts, letting my body adjust to his length again, but when my moans got out of control as I buried my nails in his strong shoulders, his thrusts became harder, deeper and faster. And this time I cum screaming his name for the first time and he took a few more lunges to also cum and stay on top of me. It had been wonderful, we were so

Like he wasn’t the reason every last one of them were here. The one thing the screamers and non-screamers had in common was that as soon as they saw me walking next to him, they all gave me the Eye of Death. Seriously, Mara had nothing on these bitches. I could feel their hatred raining down on me like scorching heat. Apparently a few decided to hell with it, they were going for the full tamale. One girl lifted up her silk blouse, exposing her bare breasts, and screamed, “Will you sign them for meeee?”