Screaming Funny Novels & Stories

And lastly, feast on that fear. I wanted him to feel. “I wonder how it would feel like to break them” with each word, the squeaking sound of a finger could be heard but his howl was louder. I burst out laughing and it came out maniac. Oh, how much I loved their screams, I wanted more, more, more and mo… “Boss!" I paused realizing my divertissement had been rubbled. I sighed with my shoulders dropping as I slowly turned to find the bastard bold enough to disturb my fun.

He repeats. "My entire body is covered!" I wipe tears from my eyes. "I know." I laugh. "That's what makes it so funny." Scott narrows his eyes. "I thought you liked me." He says and I nod my head. "I do." I promise. "But this..." I point at him. "This is hilarious." He sighs dramatically. "You are no help whatsoever." Still laughing, I walk over and carefully take Ethan from his arms. The second Ethan is in my arms he lets out another happy squeal.

SMASH! "Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!" Victoria screamed, her voice echoing off the stone walls. She kicked a heavy leather chair, sending it sliding across the floor until it slammed into the railing. She was shaking from head to toe, her silver-gray eyes flashing with a terrifying, wild light.

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She gripped the barrier and screamed Adrian's name, accusing him of ruining her life. Adrian never looked at her. His attention stayed on the evidence screen, where the ballroom footage played without sound. The entire pack was laughing. So was he.

She looked up at me her head thrusting forwards and back spittle falling from her mouth in long strands. "Fffffuccckkkkkkk..." she cried out, "Yoouuurrr pppounndddinnng mmmmmeeee... Yooouuur ppounnndinng mmeeeee." Jerry exploded into my sweeties womb over and over sending her into a serious of enormous orgasms and screams but he kept hammering away into her. Within moments Cynthia's exploded again an enormous splash of liquid blew out from under her splashing unto the ground but Jerry did not relent.

She yells out, still giggling, waving us off with her back to us as she walks back to the house. "Wanna explain that and fix your face, jeez." Angelo says, still sporting a disturbed look. "She's been listening to some song called ‘Scream’ and going off the lyrics, that's not an image I want of you two." He shudders, shaking his head, and I have the biggest grin on my face. Yeah, that's right. "Please wipe that fucking grin off your face, it's grossing me out." He says, faking a gag.

I scream. It’s a raw, animal sound that tears my throat. I swing my fist. I drive the key into his eye. SQUELCH. The sound is wet. Horrifying. The Reaper shrieks. He drops my legs, clutching his face. Blood spurts between his fingers, black in the shadows. "My eye! She got my eye!" The other two drop me. I hit the ground hard, the impact jarring my teeth. I scramble backward, crab-walking away from them, my vision swimming.

I’m sure my mascara flaked, my hair is tangled in what I can only describe as criminal humidity, my toes are freezing through my socks, and my ankles are numb where the cable ties cut into them. So all in all, I’m not in the best mood. A scream breaks through the thin walls. Spills into our space like water through a crack in the floor. Female. Muffled. Raw. Then the laughter starts. Men. Three? Maybe four. Their voices blur together. Whooping, cheering, like they are at a bar watching a game. One of them even whistles. “Make sure you capture this. A nice movie for the boss.” My blood ice instantly. Not the dramatic kind. The literal kind. My fingertips go numb.

The roller coaster takes another direction out of the blue while making his head spin and scream in frustration. "My head hurts—hey, you stop, fuc** as**!" He yelled at the top of his lungs while making her scoff. She wanted to vanquish his fear of heights, but he again started screaming like a dog. "I am going to die; fuck, my head hurts—stop the bloody ride!" He yelled at the top of his lungs, and at this time, he was really looking like a comedian, hehe! She slaps her hand on her head in response, watching him scream.