Short Ghost Stories Novels & Stories

So I sat at my desk and got back to work on the computer. It didn’t take too long after that when I finally found something on the dark web. “Dad.” I said. “What?” He asked, looking up. “Vampires are talking. I don’t think they’re involved in what is happening. But they know about what’s going on.” I explained. “What do they say?” He asked, walking over to my desk. “That it’s not an isolated incident. One says that the country will be more aware by the time they hit the second town.” I said.

Any act of kindness out here was worth acknowledging. Soon enough, they started to talk. Stories, some funny, others dark. One spoke of a creature that prowled these woods, an ancient spirit that hunted lonely travellers and fed on their voices. Another swore that he once saw a woman in white walking just beyond the trees, her eyes hollow, her fingers covered in blood. The rider shivered and moved closer to me. But I didn’t move. I only listened, watched, and tried to determine whether these stories were meant to entertain us or warn us.

it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

The same tall commanding man whose thick gloved fingers had been rubbing my soaked pussy through my drenched panties only a few hours ago pushing the wet fabric between my swollen folds and circling my throbbing clit until I was grinding like a desperate slut on his hand. My heart slammed so hard against my ribs I could feel it echoing in my ears while my bare cunt clenched tight under the thin sheer gown making a fresh hot trickle of wetness slide slow and sticky down my inner thigh all the way to my knee. Mom turned her head quickly and caught my frozen stunned expression, her eyebrows shooting up in confusion. “Sophia honey what’s wrong you look like you’ve seen a ghost or something. Are

“My cousin says she went into his room last night when he was half gone. Came out without a scratch.” Their gazes darted to me. They shut their mouths with audible clicks. “Luna,” the braver one said, cheeks flushing. “Good morning,” I said, trying for mild amusement. “Don’t let me interrupt your ghost stories.” They exchanged a mortified look. “We weren’t—” the second stammered. “It’s all right,” I said. “I would talk about it too, if I were you. Just remember rumors grow teeth when you feed them.”

She felt cold breeze crawl up her spine and she had goose bumps all over her. She can see through him! In fright, she grabbed Finrod’s sleeve. “Ghost!” “Of course there are ghosts here! This is a ghost town.” Finrod said without glancing at her direction. He was too busy winning a mental combat with Margarette. The ghost was out the window and on the streets. He stepped slowly and silently, toward Ellaine. “Finrod!” Ellaine pulled at his sleeves, successfully getting his attention and unintentionally helping Margarette win the mental brawl.

Conrad said, “I heard Michael say he and the girls are gathering in Akira’s room for scary stories.” Tristan raised a brow at this. “How come we’re not invited?” Sosuke said, “Akira telling ghost stories? That’ll be interesting.” He chuckled with amusement. Nicolas asked, “Why is that?” “Because she’s very good at it. She knows a lot of the Japanese ones, too, ones that’ll make your spine crawl.” Conrad shook his head. “No thanks. I hate ghost stories. I mean, they’re not real, the ghosts, but…” He shuddered at the very thought of having to listen to the tales.

Sadly, it wasn't so. As the night fell, the dark clouds covering the sky while I returned to my quarters after running a late errand for Savannah, I heard hushed whispers in the corridor, causing me to freeze in my steps. I noticed a shadow pass near my door. With my heart in my throat, I lifted a nearby lamp and cautiously stepped forward. The figure doesn’t run—it simply stands there, waiting. I was scared out of my wits. What the fuck was this? I had already signed off on this shit, so why the fuck was I still seeing things? Perhaps it was just my imagination. Shutting my eyes tightly, I opened them only to still see the figure standing in the same position. Shakily, I turn open the doork

BEFORE YOU READ Nobody is coming to save you. Themes: Forced Proximity, Snowed In, Size Difference, Breeding Kink. This story features a possessive, reclusive hero who hasn't seen a woman in years. Expect primal play, rough sex, and intense possessiveness. (***) Gabrielle

"Yieeeeee yeah you don’t like him because he’s arrogant, he’s muscular, he has a pointed nose, he’s tall, and his lips looked so sweet. Yes Alaister you don't like him!" and with that she threw me a pillow Hahahaha. We talked about music and other kinds of stuff until Aunt Ana came with our food so we ate first. "Alaister do you believe in ghosts?" I asked Alaister, now that she was lying down in our bed. "Did you watch a horror movie last night? Then I would say that there are no ghosts and I do not believe in ghosts." Wow! It doesn't seem like she can see ghosts hmm. Yes she can see ghosts but she doesn’t want to tell to other people about that.