Silent Hill Stories Novels & Stories

He opened the golden briefcase. It wasn't filled with papers or money. It was filled with **"Negative Narrative."** A swarm of black, needle-like shards erupted from the case, each one a "Plot-Hole" made manifest. They didn't fly through the air; they deleted the air they passed through, leaving trails of absolute nothingness behind them. "Silas, watch out!" I screamed. Silas lunged, his blades clashing against the shards. The sound wasn't metal on metal; it was the sound of a scream being cut short. Every time a shard touched his shadow, a piece of him vanished—not wounded, but **"Edited Out."**

Nikhil was driving the car and Sunna was looking out of the window. There was an awkward silence between them . Nikhil tried to break the silence by asking Sunna " Hey, Was this your first time." Sunna ignored what Nikhil said and pretended not to hear him. "It's ok if you don't want to reply. I can understand you but you can feel comfortable and safe with me. I won't eat you up." "Oh, I am..I am sorry " replied Sunna looking down from shame

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)

Will she achieve her goal or become a pawn in his sick world? Once again, you have been warned and can turn back if you are uncomfortable with the warning. Welcome to The Silent Stalker!

" Mrs Grassroots paused, sipping the bottle of water in her left hand. I used that time to take in what she said, the story my uncle told me was different from hers. In his, Genesis was a scorned woman and in my professor's, Asiuta, her sister was the villain and the cause of the disaster because she was obsessed with Dordin—which simply means Dordin was innocent, he was a victim of circumstance.

For this reason, I decided to move all then into strange short stories, that is already a storybook of different themes. The w******l policy does not allow me to remove or delete those books, so they will remain there but as a "paused" book. You can find only the introduction of those books on w******l and no else more. But there you can find some covers I made for those stories and that I can not upload here. The stories of a single chapter will continue to be published, of course. Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories.

While pushing and trashing in his hold. Again, I heard his grotesque chuckle. Freezing upon feeling him closer. His mouth almost on mine. A painfully familiar scent engulfing me. “I know more about you than you think Sky, or should I better say, Lilith?!” And then before me glowed brightly a pair of red eyes. I couldn’t breathe. The feeling like the earth was taken from under my feet was so vivid. All my being was paralyzed from what I just heard. I fell on my knees.

My mouth gaped open. “So, this is where you’ve been hiding?” the stranger chuckled. But the laugh didn’t meet his intense darkened eyes as they scowled, scanning from Fiona to me. “We’ve been looking for you, Quiet One. Smart to swim away so we’d lose your scent. But you knew we’d find you… eventually. And how I’ll be rewarded on The Hill once I bring you back.” My eyes slit.

Mitch withdrew his fingers and spread my wetness over my clit. “Ohh…yes..” I gasped, my voice rising in the silent basement. “No, sister,” Mitch murmured, a mischievous edge curling through his voice. “We’re not done with you yet.” Hans pulled his cock out of my mouth and shoved two fingers in instead. "Promise us you'll be a good slut, Yassy." He moved his fingers inside my mouth for a moment before pulling them out almost instantly.

As their tongues began to move, Henry prompted, “The stories. Begin.” Nancy’s voice was muffled against Ruby’s flesh, but audible. “I… I once shit myself… during a final exam in college,” she confessed, the words agony. “I was so nervous… I tried to hold it… I ruined my favorite jeans… had to walk out with everyone knowing…” As she spoke, her tongue worked furiously on Ruby’s clit, as if trying to lick away the memory.