Short Scary Stories

WARNING: SPG •|• MATURED •|• R18 She hates him while he lusts over her. Alissa ‘Ali’ Veria, a fresh graduate who plans to leave all the memories from the past, not until she once again is bumped with Liam. She tried to run away, hiding the truth. But just like the other stories, there will always be an anchor of sin, fuel of fire, and forbidden lust.

THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT CONTENT. IF YOU’RE UNDER 18, MOVE ALONG. Atlas of His Flesh is a scorching BL erotica Anthology of over 100 stories that take you across genres, timelines and, universes and galaxies, exploring the steamy tension between men fated, forbidden or enemies. Disclaimer: Every story is about Man×Man Romance, don't expect anything else.

After a night of passion, Elena finds herself pregnant and fleeing her arranged marriage to a ruthless Mafia Don. Her escape is cut short when three powerful beings – a scorching dragon King , a seductive vampire Prince, and a brooding lycan king – claim her as their own. Now, hunted by both the Don and the supernatural Beings, Elena was stucked in a dangerous world of forbidden desires and hidden agendas, while desperately trying to protect her unborn child and uncover the truth about the fathers of her unexpected Pregnancy

No one knew she was a mute. Her brother set her up and sent her to a man when she was 20 years old. When she turned 21, she gave birth to his child. Three years of marriage was neither short nor long, yet he did not acknowledge her as Mrs. Ferguson. He was always surrounded by numerous women. In the end, she could no longer bear the burden and left him, leaving behind the divorce paper without wanting anything...

A short Romance Story! (Completed) Abigail Delaney, the youngest female servant of the Williams household came with the intention to work for a period of time in order to save up enough money to pay for her mother's surgery. Unintentionally, she fell in love with the only son and heir to the Williams empire, Liam Williams.It took just one night to lose her virginity to him. And later discovering she was pregnant, she decided to leave and never return. Hopefully, Liam will never find out that she left with his heir.

"Coach, please stop. I came here to learn how to drive, not to have an affair." Inside the instructor's car, because I kept failing to control the clutch, Coach Reeves, who happened to be my husband's friend, made me sit on his lap to teach me. The problem was, I was wearing a short skirt that day, and underneath it, I wasn't even wearing safety shorts. Even worse, he actually pulled his member out and pressed it straight against me.

I'm admitted to the hospital for gastritis, but my boyfriend shoots to his feet after receiving a call. "Chelsea has a fever. I'll go check on her; I'll be right back!" He runs off without waiting for me to say anything and doesn't return for the rest of the night. That night, I see a short clip that Chelsea Calloway has shared. "I'm not afraid of any illness with you by my side." I comment, "He is pretty good at caring for others."

Sarah Killian is not your average thirty-year-old single woman. Foul-mouthed, mean-spirited, and a text-book-case loner. Also, she is a Professional Serial Killer. But a wrench is thrown into the clockwork of Sarah's comfortable lifestyle when, on her latest assignment, she is forced to take on an apprentice, Bethany—a bubbly, perky, blonde with a severe case of verbal-vomit. In short, Bethany is everything Sarah is not. Will Sarah be able to adjust and work with her new apprentice, or will she break her contract with T.H.E.M. and murder the buxom bimbo? ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I'm Julia, just 18 years old and don't know to much about the world. I'm brought up secluded and protected from everithing bad and than when I'm about to start my life outside that protection, from my parents, i met HIM....the DON....and everithing that i know of in my short life changes..... Because now the DON has sets his eyes on my virgin ones with no intention of letting me go!!

On our tenth wedding anniversary, I made a special trip to the salon to have my hair done. While settling the bill, I noticed an extra charge on my account. It was a coloring and perm package. Judging by the price, it was a package meant for waist-length hair. Mine had been cropped short for seven or eight years. I called my husband, Jason Moore. "Have you used my salon membership card recently?" There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before he laughed lightly, "Oh, I lent it to Quincy a few days ago." Quincy Hahn was his business partner, a fine arts student with long hair. She treasured her natural curls more than anything. She would never be willing to dye or perm it. More importantly, her elder sister was a major shareholder of this salon. Why would she ever need to use my card? I said nothing more and ended the call. Then, I headed straight to a location displayed on my phone. In the cafe, a long-haired lady was nestled in Jason's arms. Her freshly permed curls were soft and bouncy, framing her blushed face with certain demureness. Jason had always complained that my short hair made me look rough and manly. I lacked gentleness and charm. It seemed this long-haired lady suited his tastes perfectly.