Surreal Horror Novelas e Histórias

“Hear that? They’re right downstairs while I’m balls deep in your ass.” I whimpered softly, terrified, but couldn’t stop the little sounds escaping. Every deep thrust made my cock leak onto my stomach. The fear of getting caught only made it hotter, more intense. My hole fluttered around him, greedy despite the panic. “Shh,” he warned, pounding a little harder. Skin slapped quietly. “You’re gonna get us caught moaning like a slut for your stepbrother’s cock.” “I can’t help it,” I gasped against his palm when he loosened it slightly. “You’re so deep…fuck, Ryan…”

Elena Whitmore's Point Of View. The football match ended after an hour, but I knew that the real game was just beginning. Marcus tugged my leash and pulled me gently. “Come on, bitch. Time for your real dinner.” He led me on all fours down the hallway into the large master bedroom. The room was dimly lit with warm, seductive lighting. The walls were decorated with several large, artistic photographs and paintings of naked women in submissive poses; some kneeling, some bound, some being used. On one wall there was even a framed collection of Polaroid photos showing different girls in collars, clearly taken in this very room.

Post - Apocalyptic Horror | Action | Yuri Harem | 18+ | Rated R | Mature Content | Slow Pace | Smut | Obsession | Erotic It started with a kiss I don’t remember giving. A rooftop. A moan. Someone’s fingers buried in my hair like they belonged there. A mouth on my throat that said I tasted like something they lost in another life. I wasn’t dreaming.

The room erupted in a surreal, ethereal glow, as if the very air had ignited with collective shock. Fluorescent lights flickered wildly overhead, casting an otherworldly halo across the chaos. "Cierra! Cierra!" The screams tore through the space like a primal roar, echoing off the walls, a cacophony of horror and disbelief. Bodies pressed forward, hands reaching out in futile desperation. Cierra staggered, her eyes widening in shock as the bullet's impact slammed into her.

“It just doesn’t make sense. Besides, well… we were tired last night. Maybe we imagined it, or something like that.” “You can’t both have the same hallucination. That’s impossible,” Alex replied, his voice firm but steady. Scarlett crossed her arms, nervous and confused. “I just can’t believe it… I really can’t. It’s just… I don’t know…” Alex stepped closer and gently took her hands. “Look into my eyes, Scarlett,” he asked in a whisper. She lifted her gaze, still full of doubt—and then she saw it. Alex’s eyes glowed an intense, unnatural green, something supernatural, as if she were getting lost in his stare, drawn in and terrified at the same time.

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

His abs are too hard, I can even feel his sweat now in my palm that drives him even crazy. "This is how you do it." He whispered on to my ears. It creeps the soul inside me like I just heard a cold whisper of a ghost. I get freeze as he grabbed my hands and with his hands and without further warning he inserted it directly inside his pants that shocks my whole being.

Terrifying" which was released in 1982. Well, it sounds weird. Let's play it!" Hayle was about to put the cassette into the player and brought it closer to the microphone on the podium. "Wait!" Tony walked quickly over to Hayle. "Where did you get this?" Hayle gave Tony a strange look, "From Corrine. Why?" "May I see it?" asked Tony. "Sure." Hayle handed the tape to Tony. Tony looked at the tape carefully. He sensed something was wrong. "You'd better not play it." "Why?" asked Hayle.

She whispered to Celestin as if she expected the girl to be scared. "Be thankful that they came or you'll be dead by now," Her friend remarked with a threatening tone. This time Celestin gave them a look. Thus, when the two saw this they fought to stare, but as time went on they seemed to be absorbed by the girl's eyes. It was like an endless hole, very dark, blank, and scary. And the longer they stare, the deeper they fall. Too deep they could hardly breathe. "Okay," she said, then cut off their gaze and picked up the pencil from her desk to start writing again. It was as if nothing had happened because she still looked normal.

Selena finds herself ensnared in the relentless grip of the Haze season, a turbulent period that looms like an ominous storm cloud over her existence. At eighteen, she is a virgin—a state that, for a she-wolf, renders the journey of self-discovery both arduous and fraught with tension. The intensity of her experience seems particularly acute, marked by a series of haunting, nocturnal visions. These nightmarish orgies, vivid and unrelenting, have become a grotesque intricate pattern woven into the very fabric of her psyche. Each night, her dreams are invaded by primal, feverish encounters that leave her gasping in the cold sweat of terror and desire. This relentless barrage of nocturnal turmo