Scream The Tv Series Novels & Stories

A scream ripped from my throat, raw and animalistic. “He left me,” I howled. “He tried to kill me, and now he’s pretending to grieve?!” My monitor went berserk. Beeps screaming in protest as my heart rate spiked. Damien immediately burst in with two nurses on his heels as he tried to calm me down. I thrashed. I couldn’t stop. The scream came again, louder this time, until it tore my throat in half. “I’ll kill him,” I sobbed. “I swear to God—I’ll fucking kill him!”

To my family—both chosen and blood—thank you for your support and belief in me. To those who read this story and see pieces of themselves, thank you for your courage. To every survivor: this was written for you. Opening Quote “Even when no one hears you scream, your truth still matters. So, scream your truth.” — Malissa Wood “She didn’t forget the pain—she grew around it. Like roots breaking through concrete, she made something beautiful from what tried to bury her.” -Unknown

Calla A scream echoes from the hallway, sharp and panicked. My body jerks. My breath shortens. Everything freezes inside me for a second, like my brain just disconnected. “Hey nerdy, move out if you won’t keep the line,” Sasha snaps from across the line, loud as ever, lips glossed and permanently annoyed. She’s leading the cheer squad today, same energy, same dramatic eyeliner.

I pull my phone out of my pocket, reading over a few emails when I hear Daphne giggle. The crowd of people that were talking walked away I could hear the tail end of their muffled conversation. “Yeah, I’d say he’s one hundred percent the decadent, gooey, gooey double fudge sundae but honestly he’s kind of a total a—” A group of kids scream so I miss the last part of what she’s saying. I lean against the curtain, trying to hear the rest of the conversation but a second later she opens the side of the booth and pops back in.

♦♦♦♦ Vanessa’s scream pierced through the hall as she lunged for the phone, her trembling fingers trying desperately to stop the video playing on the screen. “Stop it! Stop it!” she shrieked, her voice cracking with panic. But it was too late. The video had already begun spreading across the devices in the room. One by one, screens lit up, reflecting the same horrifying footage. The sound echoed faintly as the recording continued to play, exposing everything she had tried so hard to bury.

He was smiling like he owned the world. "For the honor of the Family," he said on the screen. Everyone was fawning over him. A subordinate rushed up and whispered something in his ear. He frowned, waved the guy off, and patted the woman's hand. "Don't worry, babe. Just a nobody. Dead is dead." Suddenly, screams tore through the broadcast. A woman covered in scars crashed through the security line. She was pale, waving a gun, screaming my name like a maniac. "Elena? Elena! Where is my daughter?"

My screams echoed through the mansion. "Please... stop... I don't have any money..." On the screen, I was bruised and bloody, still begging for mercy. Bianca and her friends were howling with laughter. "Oh my god, is that really the Ricci princess?" "She looks like a beggar!" "Hahaha, that's pathetic!" Shaking, I rushed toward the TV and hurled the remote at the screen. The giant screen shattered with a deafening crash. The living room fell silent. Bianca's friends screamed and ran. I turned and grabbed the suitcase I'd already packed.

The voice echoed around me as though he were clinging to my back, whispering directly into my ear. I screamed and fell hard onto the floor. The flashlight flew from my hand. The beam spun wildly, turning the broken bricks into twisted, grinning faces. “Who’s there?! Which bitch is messing with me?!” I scrambled for the flashlight, but it flickered twice and died. This was not a coincidence. Someone had cut the power. I grabbed my phone, but the signal was blocked. This was all planned! Maya was not dead. That bitch had not been poisoned. The ambulance was fake too, and so were the doctors!

After all, I had explained everything to Dave the moment I read the chat log. When I snapped back to reality, I watched as Dave bypassed me and carried the knife straight toward Laurel, whose expression changed in pure terror at the sight. Her legs went weak as she scrambled backward on all fours. "Dave, p-please don't come any closer! You have the wrong person! I'm not Cassie!" Her voice cracked in sheer panic, and her forced, cutesy whine shattered into pieces. I stood in the center of the living room and watched her pathetic state with cold detachment, not feeling the slightest shred of sympathy.

Before Scarlett could process the horror of that message, a shrill scream tore through the public radio channel, so high-pitched it cracked halfway through. "Ahh! Sally! What are you doing! Let go! It's me, Nadia! Aah..." That scream toppled the first domino. The radio channel spiraled into chaos an instant later. "Help! They've gone insane! They've all gone insane!" "Someone save me! Scarlett, let me out! Let me out of this car!"