Screaming Bloody Murders Novels & Stories

“Fuck me hard, Mike. I want to cum around that big cock.” Hearing her filthy words come out of that sweet little mouth has me letting out a growl as I fuck her in a hard, fast rhythm that has her eyes rolling back into her head and her nails digging into my back so sharply that I swear she’s probably drawing blood. Her tits scrape against my chest with each hard thrust, and when I feel her body start to tense and the beginnings of what will most likely be a scream to wake the whole damn neighborhood, I clamp my hand over her mouth, muffling it as she cums hard around my cock.

She is married and has one child. Her hobbies include kayaking, crafting and of course, writing novels. House of Quiet Screams is her debut novel, loosely based on true events and written to give voice to the silence many carry. Dedications For every woman who was told to stay silent. For those still living in quiet screams—you are not alone. For Daylen Bradley Harbin, My first true miracle— You made me a mother, and in doing so, gave my life deeper meaning. Your light, your spirit, and your love inspire me to be stronger, braver, and better every single day.

His vociferation mingled with the human death scream and it sent a bone-curdling chill throughout the air, penetrating everything it came in contact with. His face was covered in blood and his movements were a blur to Silver. Alaric finally stopped, looking like a demon from the underworld. He was drenched completely in the blood that his long hair was matted to the side of his face, blood trickling down into the deep red rug he stood on. He licked the blood from his lips, his eyes, a burning flame.

The howl carried across the entire campus, a mourning cry that every remaining supernatural heard in their bones. Nocturnal Biology Wing Damien Crowe moved like death itself. He had already killed seven infected students — people he had shared late-night seminars with. One of them had been his human lab partner, a quiet girl who always brought him coffee because “vampires probably don’t sleep, right?” Now her broken body lay at his feet, throat torn open by his own hands. “Forgive me,” he muttered, wiping blood from his lips. His crimson eyes burned with cold fury.

Trembling uncontrollably. "Ahhh!!!" Scarlett let out a piercing scream. Her trembling fingers wiped the crimson splatter from her face. A look of shattered disbelief in her eyes. "K-Killed... him..." Godber glanced, placing a finger on his lips. "Shh, keep it down, might attract attention." "You killed him! Killed him!" Scarlett lost it. Her quivering lips were about to cry out again when her neck was seized tightly. Diana's gaze darkened. She had to seize this opening.

Mother: "Leo, what's wrong? You seem troubled. Of course, come in." Leo stepped into the room, the weight of his discovery weighing heavily upon him. He took a deep breath, searching for the right words to convey the magnitude of his concerns. Leo: "Mom, I need to talk to you about something... something I've discovered about Dad." Mother: pauses, a hint of apprehension in her eyes "What is it, Leo?" Leo: takes a deep breath,"I found out that Dad... he's a murderer." Mother: "I... I don't know what you're talking about, Leo. You must be mistaken."

He was grinning like a mad man but his eyes shoot daggers. As I do that, I finally got a proper look at what is really happening. Everything... is on fire. In a distance, I caught Matertera Matilda as she cracked one of the vampires' heads open, which gained a deafening scream of pain from the latter. She then throw it into the flames right after and caught my gaze. In her eyes reflects the burning flames in between us. I have never seen such eyes burning in so much determination. Matertera Matilda is burning, and the red fire was made just for her.

I could see that she's contemplating because she kept on fisting her fingers under the table. She lifted her head with eyes closed before leaping a deep sigh. It could be seen that she was just suppressing her cry and it was a confirmation that something's really wrong with her. I could say that the Hailey in front of us is far from the Hailey that we know. I couldn't believe she could be serious and totally different. Strange!

Soon after that, everyone started coughing and vomiting. Me myself, I can smell the scent of flesh that had left in the air for weeks. An eyeball falls into my head. I stared at it on the floor, and the pupils moves. It locked and stared into my eyes; I screamed hard as more eyeballs fell from the dark ceiling. Everyone panicked once again. Blood rained as I hear the squishes of flesh being squeezed. ... Blake smirked as he moves the controllers. "Oh, what a game this is." He whispers to himself,.

The ear piercing scream of a woman floods the air, the crackling thunder above barely concealing the banshees scream. Immediately I head towards her, she didn't see me coming for if she did she would have ran away. Stepping behind her I wrap my hand around her throat, my fingers cutting deep into her flesh. She gasps and grips my wrist trying to pry my hand off of her. I just laugh in her ear like a complete psychopath, the vicious glint in my icy electrifying blue eyes petrifying the vampire. I look at her, watching her eyes as I dig my fingers deeper, and in one quick pull I ripped her throat out. Enjoying the blood curdling gargle right before her eyes drained of life and she fell to the