Novel & Cerita Super Scary Short Stories

He added, "I've told you that wasting food is strictly prohibited in our factory. If you don't want to end up like her, you'd better eat up." I watched them coldly as they trembled, slowly lifting the covers off their plates. Almost immediately, their horrified screams filled the air. On their plates were arms, thighs, and fingers. There were enough body parts to form a whole person. Only then did I realize they weren't as scary as I had thought. It turned out that even those stronger than me could still feel fear. Right then, I spoke up, trying to sound braver than I felt. "Each part tastes different. If you're curious, you can swap pieces and try each other's."

The night was wet with rain. Samantha pulled her coat close around her, trying to stay warm. Her heels tapped fast on the rough walkway. Her heart raced not from fear, but because something inside her was waking up, making her feel restless. She had never taken this route home. A shortcut. “Slow down, little girl.” The voice came from behind, low and dark. She turned, startled and froze. He stood just beneath a broken streetlight. He was tall, broad-shouldered and dressed in black. His presence stirred something deep inside.

As the stories got scarier, I noticed a few of the younger pack members huddling closer to their parents, seeking comfort and reassurance. Soon, it was my turn to share a story. Feeling the weight of the moment, I cleared my throat and began my tale. "In a small village, there was a haunted mansion. It was said that the spirit of a vengeful witch roamed the halls, seeking revenge on anyone who dared to enter her domain..." I let my imagination run wild, conjuring spine-chilling scenes and mysterious characters. The pack leaned in closer, their eyes wide with fascination, hanging onto every word I spoke. The suspenseful atmosphere made my heart race with excitement.

WARNING‼️ THIS STORY IS A PARANORMAL STORY 🔞 Chapter 1 My skin felt sticky from sweat as I peeled off my damp shirt and stepped closer to the tall antique mirror I had dragged out of the closet earlier. I wiped sweat from my neck and stared at my reflection, for a second everything matched. Then my reflection smiled a heartbeat after I did. My pulse jumped. I blinked hard and shook my head I was just tired that was all. I turned away to grab a towel but something made me glance back. My reflection stared at me, eyes darker, lips parted.

Strong hands suddenly gripped my body, yanking me out of a deep, peaceful sleep. My eyes flew open. A tall, masked man was hovering over me in the darkness of my bedroom. Before I could even scream, he pressed the cold barrel of a gun against my forehead. “Don’t move,” he growled, voice low and dangerous. My heart slammed violently against my ribs. Pure terror flooded my veins. I froze, breathing shallow and fast. “Give me all your money. Now,” he demanded.

My pussy clenched around him in rhythmic waves, milking him, and he followed moments later. His release filled the condom as he drove into me one final time, his body shuddering against mine, his breath stopping, then returning in ragged gasps. We stayed there, tangled, breathing. His forehead pressed against my neck. My fingers traced the scar along his ribs. "How'd you get this?" I asked. "Fell off a wall when I was seventeen." "Were you running from someone?" "Running toward someone." He lifted his head. "Bad habit. Getting worse."

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

“Take those shorts and panties off right now. Sit on my cock and ride it slowly while you talk to them. Do it or I’ll make sure they hear exactly how wet you are.” “Kai, please,” I whispered under my breath, my face burning as I glanced at the screen. Mom was smiling and asking how we were getting along. I slipped my shorts and panties down my legs under the table, my hands shaking. My pussy was still dripping from earlier. I hesitated for a second, staring at the thick hard cock he had already pulled out of his boxers. It looked even bigger up close, veins standing out, the head shiny with precum. “This is insane. I’m going to kill you after this.”

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

The bed slammed once, twice, and then a heavy silence fell over the house. Lena came right then. She shuddered, her body writhing against her own hand as a wave of heat crashed over her. She buried her face in the pillow to stifle her cries, her eyes wet and her heart racing at a terrifying speed. When the pulsing finally slowed, the silence that followed felt louder than any music.