Scream Fanfiction Novels & Stories

ALEXA Every glance… Every touch… Every laughter… His smile… His face… His smell… The wetness of my pussy every single time How I wish he would just bend me over, and let me scream his name Was that too much to ask? The way my feelings for him looked like nothing but forbidden love, incest between a brother and a sister

I Screamed Before I knew it, they bounce on me and already taking my clothes off me forcefully. And then they rape me. I heard their laughter. I hacked as my body screamed in agony, smearing my blood against the floor. One of them crouched beside me, his fingers digging into my chin hard enough to bruise. "Vivian sends her regards," he whispered. Terror swam in my veins. Vivian. She did this. She wanted to ruin me. She wanted to hurt Simeon. And she was using me to do it. I could hardly see through the pain, but I still managed to whisper—**

She arched up towards him, almost sobbing in relief as his mouth finally closed over her nipple, caressing it gently, his tongue wiping it and then flicking erotically against it before he started to suck on it with a rhythmic urgency that echoed the pulsing heat of his arousal. Once, long ago, she had dreamed of Sasha wanting her like this, needing her like this, all aching, fierce, demanding male passion. Tiny shock waves of desire were flooding sensuously through her. Oh… it felt so good… She wanted him so badly… Eagerly, Veronica drew Sasha closer and then froze as somewhere in the woods a fox screamed noisily to the moon. Still tensed, Sasha lifted his mouth from her body as he turned h

I said pointedly "And it wasn't necessary to get into another scandal" he retorted sharply and raised his phone. "What's this again, Sloane?" I raised an eyebrow in confusion. What other scandal was he talking about? I went into the dinning room where he sat and looked into his phone. I let out a gasp when I saw it's content. It hadn't been up to two hours since I left the mortuary and a long article had already been posted. Apparently, a picture of me with the vampire guy was uploaded and an article which said I was on to my next boyfriend was written right under the picture. I face palmed in distress. This is exactly what I avoided earlier.

“Oh, so you’re the ex. She’s told me many about you. But one thing I know, no one has ever made her scream like I did.” A growl left Ansel’s lips as he packed a punch, but the sound of a sob echoed in the woods. We froze, our heads turning to see Skylar, who stood there with the second miles on her back, and her eyes trained to the floor. Her eyes rose up to meet the real Miles, and she let out a chuckle. “I only scream that loud to make you feel better about yourself.”

I whispered, she gently took my hands in hers and caressed it gently. “One time, I had a dream of that same young girl begging the adult me not to let my mother take her away,” “Now today, I dreamt that she did not stop at just strangling me, she actually pushed me down a cliff,” “It felt so real Annabeth, like it happened to me in real life, it’s so scary” I mumbled. “Yet here you are, hale and healthy, no scars. It’s just a dream Scarlett. Don’t worry too much about it,” she said rubbing my back and I nodded slowly.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

“Oh, we’re just warming up.” I cranked the torch higher, the plates glowing orange now, the smell of scorching metal mingling with the faint char of flesh. I dropped the press another inch, grinding his fingers flat. Bones snapped like brittle twigs, and this time, he roared—a deep, guttural scream that sent a shiver of ecstasy down my spine. Yes. Scream for me. Alessandra’s voice cut through, soft and pleading. “Alex… enough. We need him to talk.”

So of course, I carried on ignoring her, hoping that she’d get sick of being rejected and take the fucking hint to leave. But, Maeve was the classic insanely hot dumb blonde kind, so she didn’t catch on easily and kept talking. “I miss screaming for you while you fuck me like you’re about to break me into two halves.” I don’t miss any of that, not one bit. In fact, I tried to recall any of those memories, but they suddenly felt like they’d faded. And surprisingly, the only screams I could imagine hearing were Scarlett’s hot, desperate, and breathless ones while I fucked her.

Scarlett screamed, getting close to a climax because he was expertly rubbing her clit at the same time. “Ah.. oh!!” She moaned, her eyes rolling into the back of her eyes. “I want to hear your voice, my sweet girl.. Do you like this?” He whispered, rubbing her clit faster. “Yes.. oh fuck yes! I love it! I freaking love it!” Her voice came out shaky as she was already on cloud nine. “I'm gonna cum.. I'm gonna cum!” She screamed, getting violent spasms. “That's it baby girl, cum for daddy.” He lowered his head to kiss her.