Scream Scp Novels & Stories

"It's not so simple to seek death," Zedex groaned coldly. "Living will be a torment, that I will grant you for the rest of your life." “Ughhh…!” I let out a piercing scream, feeling overwhelmed by the situation. This man was a monster, a demon disguised as a human. **** After discovering her best friend Sia's ultimate betrayal with boyfriend Leo on their three-year anniversary, Camila Stone's world shattered. The devastating blow worsened when Leo rejected her upon learning about her terminal heart disease, courtesy of Sia's malicious revelation. Heartbroken and seeking solace, Camila stumbles upon Alpha Zedex at a clubhouse. Their passionate night together ignites an unquenchable desire. Unknown to Camila, Alpha Zedex possesses the cure for her heart disease. Alpha Zedex, haunted by past rejections and crudity from the human hunters, vowed to keep emotions at bay and seek revenge. However, Camila's determination to claim him as hers threatened to dismantle his defenses. Will she succeed, Even at the stake of her life? Will Alpha Zedex push behind his hunted past and accept her as his mate? Will he accept to be redeemed?

“If I can make you scream, Daddy… you’ll apologize for killing my men.” I smirked. I take three men at once and still walk away starving. Then he slammed me over the pool table, tore my panties, and buried every bare inch of his cock. One thrust. “Daddy!” He fucked me until I squirted down his balls and forgot my own name. That man? My father-in-law. Alpha Knox. I'm married to the son, but wet for the father. Now I'm his daughter-in-law by day. By night I'm on my knees for this enemy Alpha, begging for the brutal pleasure no other wolf can give me. He's the ruthless Alpha I'm supposed to kill. I'm the warrior bride sent to destroy him. Instead I'm on my knees every night, mouth full with his cum, pussy dripping, addicted to the forbidden cock that owns me. How much longer can I lie with my husband in the next room... while I'm busy getting ruined by his father?

" So you like him huh?" He said out of blue . I gave him a confused look not understanding what he was talking about . " Sorry Mr.Jason . I'm not quite sure what you are talking about " I said, taking a few steps backwards. "Acting innocent , aren't we?" He said fiercely. "I- I--uhhh" I hesitated taking steps backwards as he was walking towards me . "You what Amy?" His eyes got dark and wide . Raising his eyebrows he leaned against me . Instantly started kissing me roughly and lustful. I tried to push him away . But he grabbed my wrist so hard . I let out a little scream with pain and panic. "Please..please stop" until now my eyes filled with warm and fearful tears . *************************** Amelia Harper, a 18 years old girl . In her senior year of high school , she got into trouble with her new substitute teacher . What will she do now ? Will she fall for him? If she did, would he love her back? Can a teacher and student be a thing ??

As a snapping sound filled the air loudly, a rumbling echoed through the cold air. As three Twister's formed . Around her and the earth parted. Aspen screamed, " please im sorry, I had no choice!" she screamed. Falling just on the edge of the split erth. Looking down into the earth's fiery core. Swallowing hard." Please... Please I'll make this right! " she begged. . The wind picked up, a voice on the breeze "Thier is no making this right." The voice was cold. As a bolt of lightning cracked in the sky was now made up of deep red clouds . The earth shook, cause Aspen grip to tighten the edge her form shaking violently at this point. " Please. I.. I can.. I can give them their memories back! " She held the edge for dear life trying to wiggle back further away from the edge. That won't fix the damage you've done to my son! " The earth shook. Aspen a blood curling scream was heard. As Another flash of light hit the sky but it showed in the shape of a skull. As blood rained from the sky. " Please goddess she begged, As she fell i the firey abyss. I can give them their memories.

Ryan left his hometown five years ago because he was trying to kill the feelings he was developing for his step sister. After five years, he thought he must have gotten over the feelings he has for her but things didn't go as he wanted. He craved her more than he did in the past and the only one who is always in his mind is her. No matter what he does, he can't seem to get her off his head. He knew that the feelings and desires he has for her are forbidden but he couldn't stop himself…. She is driving him crazy. He wants to go deep inside her and make her scream out his name. She's that forbidden fruit, he's willing to taste. When he saw her after she had grown into a beautiful young lady, he fell deeper in love with her and his desire for her increased. He no longer mind tasting the forbidden fruit. But the problem is that; when he tastes the forbidden fruit, will he be able to stop? Is he ready to fight all protocol to make her his?

Julian got exactly what he wanted, and it destroyed him. He spent weeks convincing himself that Elian’s pregnancy was a betrayal, a lie to cover up the shame of his kidnapping. He used Valentina to twist the knife, choosing her "purity" over the man who had actually bled for him twice: once in the dirt at sixteen, and again on a freezing floor at eight months pregnant. When Julian finally opened that door, the sight of the frozen blood broke the delusion. Seeing Elian’s limp body wasn’t the victory he imagined; it was a mirror reflecting a monster. Now, the DNA results sit on the bedside table a stack of papers proving the "impossible" truth. The baby in the plastic bassinet has Julian’s eyes, but he has Elian’s fragile spirit. Julian sits in the dark, listening to the rhythmic hiss of the ventilator keeping his husband alive. He holds the child he spent months disowning, feeling the weight of a life he almost extinguished. He’s the King of the underworld, yet he’s powerless to wake the only person who ever truly loved him. He has his heir, but his husband is trapped in a coma, and the silence in the room is the loudest scream Julian has ever heard.

Scarlette Newton thought her five-year marriage was built on love—until she walked in on her husband in a hotel room with her younger sister. Betrayed. Humiliated. And constantly blamed for not giving him a child. As if that pain wasn’t enough, Ethan served her divorce papers and spat the words that shattered her soul: “You’re useless. Broken. Unwanted.” Just when her world came crashing down, Liam—Ethan’s younger brother—stepped forward with a shocking proposal that flipped everything. “Let me ruin you for him, Scarlette…” Liam growled, his breath hot against my thighs as he knelt between my legs, eyes burning into mine. “Marry me—and I’ll make you forget what it ever felt like to be touched by my brother. I’ll make your body scream my name until his becomes a curse you never speak again.” Now Scarlette must decide: walk away quietly like everyone expects… or marry Liam and tear the Newton name down from the inside. Viewer Discretion Advised ☠️ This book contains intense, dark themes: rough sex, and BDSM Raw, explicit, and unfiltered sexual content

“You think you can run from me?” his voice was low, dangerous as his piercing grey eyes locked onto mine. “You carry my child, my blood. You are mine, Snow. And I will burn the world to keep what’s mine.” I wanted to scream at him, to tell him he was wrong. But the words wouldn’t come. They never did. Snow can’t speak or sing. Not a single word has escaped her throat since that night…that night she watched her parents die. Hated and ostracized by her pack, Snow bears the weight of their hatred, blamed for a murder she didn’t commit. With nothing left to live for, she plans to end it all on her 19th birthday. But a fateful encounter with a dangerous stranger that led to a one-night stand changes everything. When Snow finds herself pregnant weeks later, she just wants to forget the man who shattered her walls in one night. But that becomes impossible when she discovers he’s none other than Roman King–the ruthless Lycan King. Her mate. And if there’s one thing everyone knows about Roman, it’s that he doesn’t take no for an answer.

When Lorenzo Fontana, the top Don of Bajadoro, posts a massive bounty on the dark web seeking someone to bear him a child, the entire Terella underworld is shaken. "Whoever gives birth to my first heir will become the Donna of the Fontana family." On the night I take the job, soldati press a gun to the back of my head and force me onto a helicopter bound for a snow-covered mountain estate. Just like that, I become one of the 15 candidates. Money is the greatest temptation that the human heart can hardly resist. Within a few months, several women proudly announce that they are pregnant. But they, along with their unborn children, are all thrown off a cliff. The reason is always the same—the child isn't Lorenzo's. Ever since the first scream echoes from behind the estate, I am never able to sleep peacefully again. It is because after a reckless night with Lorenzo, I have become pregnant too. On the day I go into labor and see what I have given birth to, cold sweat breaks out across my body due to my immense shock. At least those women who fell to their deaths gave birth to human babies. I, on the other hand, give birth to three eggs that are as big as footballs!

They say the perfect crime leaves no witnesses. But what happens when the victim refuses to stay dead? On the happiest day of her life, she was betrayed by the only person she trusted. He took her fortune. He erased her name. He watched her burn and toasted to her memory. He thinks he is safe. He thinks the past is buried six feet under. But what if the grave was empty? Three years later, a mysterious woman walks into his life. She is everything he desires: powerful, beautiful, and dangerous. She knows his secrets before he speaks them. She knows his weaknesses before he shows them. He is drawn to her like a moth to a flame, unaware that she is the very fire he tried to extinguish. He thinks he’s found a new partner. He has no idea he is shaking hands with his own executioner. She is standing right in front of him, wearing a stranger’s face but holding a dead woman’s grudge. How long can a murderer look into the eyes of his victim without realizing who she is? And when the mask finally slips... will he have time to scream?