Screamers Book Novels & Stories

Upstairs, in the master bedroom, the door was left ajar, letting out a heavy stench of blood that even overpowered the room's fancy cedar scent. A man sat in a wheelchair among the broken ceramics and bloodstains, fiddling with a scalpel still wet with blood. Next to him, a traitor shivered on his knees, his throat cut, twitching as death crept closer. "Another one comes to meet their end?" His voice was gritty and dark, laced with a sinister delight for bloodshed. I shut the door with a flick of my wrist, turned the lock, and shut out the prying eyes.

The feeling of asphyxiation made my head clear up. I had my proof, so I decided to immediately go to Philip to sue the two deranged lunatics. I put the pen drive with the security footage into my handbag and went out. Before I reached the door, I ran into Joy and Jeremy. At the sight of me going out in a hurry, Jeremy smiled. Despite my protests, he grabbed my handbag and poured all of its contents on the floor. He picked up the inconspicuous, black pen drive and shook it in front of me. With a snap, the pen drive broke into two.

Adrian leaned toward them and explained that I was exaggerating to steal Selena's moment. Then the third blade drove in. My hand emerged through the opening near the top. My fingertips were bloody from scraping the metal in the dark. Selena slammed the panel down and trapped my hand inside again. The audience thought it was part of the trick. They applauded. They laughed. Adrian sat alone in the interview room and watched the recording over and over. An Enforcer finally reached for the controls, but Adrian said hoarsely, "Play it again." The video restarted. My scream filled the room.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 17😍 . . 😎Reece😎 "And if I see you near her, i'll kill you, got that?". I threatened them. The group of football jocks in Haven High. "Alright Carter, we got it". Their stupid captain said. I watched as they left the party, good.

We can't always get what we want. Shifting through the shelves at the furthest part of the library, Zara scroll through all the books she has read in the past. When a sudden grip made her hiss in pain, she was ready to turn and unleash hell upon the rude individual for hurting her until she stops in her track the moment she lay eyes on Abram. He looked like a mess. His beard was longer than usual. His eyes red like he haven’t slept for a long time and his hair was ruffled like he had comb it with his fingers many times.

I screamed and yelled at her. "Ha!! Did you say a day never passed when they never let us feel like orphans? Where were they when we needed them most." Emily sat on her ash and black king size bed taking off her heels. She was fuming with rage her face and eared red from anger. If I'm not exaggerating, I will say steams are coming out of her nose and ears. ...They where always here Em, they never left. They love you as their own. They even raised you as theirs.

She wanted more. Damien pulled out suddenly and flipped her onto her back. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up and back until her knees were nearly touching her shoulders, folding her in half. Then he slammed back into her in one hard thrust. Elena screamed, a raw, broken sound of pleasure. In this position he was even deeper. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against her cervix with every brutal thrust. Damien held her legs wide open and fucked her like he was trying to break her in half, fast, rough, relentless.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains content that may be disturbing to some readers, including themes of death and emotional distress. Reader discretion is advised. "Do you have a reservation, ma'am?" the man asked as I gazed at the lavish restaurant. It was Friday night, so the place was packed. Most people were dressed to the nines, adorned with fancy clothes and jewelry. Earlier, a woman had given me a head-to-toe once-over, but I just arched an eyebrow, pretending to be unbothered.

With trembling fingers, I tapped the article. The words hit me like punches. They called me a gold digger. A social climber. A manipulative slut who had supposedly dumped one brother for the richer one. They painted me like some heartless opportunist — a woman who had “snared” Andrew for money and status. And then there were the pictures. Old photos of me and Matthew — one of us laughing together at a café, another of his hand casually on my waist. The comments beneath were brutal. She’s disgusting.

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