Sjw Horror Stories Novels & Stories

He rolled me onto my side and looked at me in the dark, thumb brushing my lower lip. “You’re staying in here tonight,” he said quietly. “I’m not done with you.” I nodded, still trying to catch my breath. He pulled the covers over us and settled behind me, cock already half-hard again against the small of my back. His mouth found the side of my neck. From across the hall Maya laughed softly at something Jake said. Daniel’s hand slid between my legs, fingers pushing through the mess he’d left, and he whispered against my ear: “As soon as they’re quiet again… I’m putting it back in.”

“Sa piling kasi ng mahal nila, doon nila nahahanap ang kanilang sarili.” “Ah…” “Blue…” “Hmm…” “May tanong pa ako sa’yo.” “Inatake na naman ang curiosity mo. Ako naman ang magtatanong sa’yo. Kung isasapeikula ang buhay natin, ano kaya ang magiging genre?” “Hmm… Romance?” “Mali.” “Eh ano?” “Horror. Ikaw ba naman may kasamang sleepwalker na tumatawa na parang mangkukulam gabi-gabi.”

He was lying face down, and face up, all at once. I live in that house now. I am the village "fixer." And every night, I listen to the scratching beneath the floorboards. I don't fear the ones that crawl. I fear the ones that wait. Because now I know that the most terrifying thing in the world isn't death—it’s a corpse that refuses to close its eyes.

The long drive, the stress from finals, and now him, it was too much. I flopped onto the bed, breathing hard. My body felt wound tight. I needed release. Badly. I shoved my shorts down just enough, wrapped my hand around my already half-hard cock, and started stroking. Fast. Desperate. Eyes closed, trying to lose myself in the feeling. The door creaked open. “Still can’t even lock a damn door properly…” Ryan’s voice cut off. I froze, hand still wrapped around my throbbing dick, shorts tangled around my thighs. He stood in the doorway, eyes wide for a second before they darkened, pupils blowing wide with something hungry.

I'm now watching p**n in the bedroom and masturbating. I was so amazed by what I did to Samantha earlier.. Especially the part where her legs were shaking while she was coming out. That's fucking hot. "Frank?" Suddenly someone knocked on the room. I immediately put on my boxers and turned off my laptop. "Frank, son?" I cleared the lump in my throat before speaking. "Come in." The door opened and my Mom entered. "Come on, we're going to watch some horror movie." she said.

NOTE: This story is from my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON. I wanted to include this here for exposure and an addition to my collection of short stories. SO if you have added it in your library and read my book, STEALING THE LYCAN'S SON, PLEASE DO NOT CONTINUE AND PURCHASE. Thank you! . . . . . CAMILLA I giggled as I jumped over a large rock blocking my path, and made my way past the pack border and towards freedom.

It was late autumn when they arrived — the trees skeletal, the air thick with a kind of oppressive stillness that seemed to hum beneath the surface of the world. Emily Carter, a graduate student in folklore and urban legends, had heard the whispers about WildWood all her life. She had grown up just a few towns over and had spent years gathering the old stories: tales of the “vanishing patients,” the “howling trees,” and the “night doctors” said to stalk the forest paths. Determined to separate fact from myth, Emily organized an expedition for her thesis, enlisting a few brave companions: