روايات وقصص ضمن The Licked Hand Scary Story

"What if I refused to? I'm already like this; if you still think I'm repaying kindness with ingratitude, you might as well as just kill me." As it was currently the height of summer, I only had a simple short-sleeved shirt underneath my white coat. However, just the sight of my arm was enough to shock everyone. It was so thin that it was nothing but skin and bones, and it was covered in a network of scars and needle marks. A young woman gasped in fear before covering her eyes. Others started to show their sympathy, casting suspicious glances at my so-called family. The Sanders all wore cold expressions, completely indifferent to my wounds and even showing signs of disdain. After all, this wa

He slowly touched the affected spot with his fingers and brought the fingers to his lips as he stared at me with those angry eyes,I knew I was doomed… “I’m …sorry…. I didn’t mean to…. I…i..i…” I was clearly panicking as I shuttered… Of course I badly wanted to kill him but just seeing blood gushing from his head made me scared…. I cringed in fear when he suddenly licked off the blood on his fingers as he stared nonstop at me… He was definitely not human! “you are becoming brazen by the day…” He whispered in a cold voice as his lips curled up into a smile making him look like a maniac..

I looked down and saw a puddle of dark, brownish liquid oozing from a corner. It was coming from the box Michael had brought home. My first thought was that it was a prop from one of his pranks, fake blood leaking out. Shaking my head in exasperation, I reached down and picked it up. The next second, my entire body froze. It wasn't a toy. It was a human hand, cleanly severed at the wrist. The flesh around the cut had turned a sickening shade of black and purple and a foul tissue fluid was still sluggishly weeping from the edges.

Then comes the lycan. A low growl rumbled behind her, drawing Kasia's attention away from her bewildered thoughts. She rolled onto her back and met the intense gaze of a massive, black wolf. Its eyes bore into her with an eerie intelligence, and as its paw reached for her, it transformed into a clawed human hand. "Mine!" Kasia's heart raced, her disorientation deepening. The word "mine" reverberated in her mind, both eerie and perplexing. As the hand got closer,an invisible force pressed her back onto the cold, unforgiving surface of the bed.

And that only happened once, many years back. "Stop ...stop... Whatever you are doing is a sin in God's eyes...you shouldn't touch me inappropriately. " Shrieking she pressed her hand against his lips. She did to get rid of his kisses but disregarding her protest he kissed and licked her palm, sending tingling sensation down her body. He unwrapped his one hand and clasped around her wrist when she was about to remove her licked pinkish palm. He started trailing several kisses on her fingers and also licked them.

He's done it again. My sharp nails had elongated and sliced into her skin. Slowly, I pulled my hand off her and stepped backwards until my back hit the far wall. My hands... They're shaking... "A-Alaric?" Lilly called out, but I've become one with the shadows lurking in this part of the room. "Get out," I said in gritted teeth. She winced and struggled to sit up, watching me in sheer horror as she pulled the covers over her naked breasts. "I-I'm okay, see? It's just a little scratch,"

“Nothing.” “I can smell your blood, don’t lie to me.” He lends his hand to me so I showed him the cut. He snatched my hand and pulled me closer. He brought my hand to his mouth and sucked my blood. I panicked when I felt him tighten his grip. He moaned enjoying my blood but my sight spun.

I murmured, my hands frantically exploring the surface beneath me. A thick, wet pool spread around me, seeping into my skin. And then I felt it. Something cold. I froze, fingers trembling as I traced along its shape. A head. But as my hands moved downward, there was nobody. A strangled gasp escaped my lips as I recoiled in horror. Dante’s laughter echoed around me, laced with cruel amusement. “You scare so easily, blind wolf. You should see the look on your face right now.” His laughter continued as he took a step back.

I felt so drawn to it. My eyes flew towards him as I heard a krunch sound, he was biting down hard on his palm and when blood began to spill, he stretched forth his hand towards me. What? "C'mon, take a lick," he nodded at me. I was completely frightened, deeply confused about what he was doing, but the fear of getting on his nerves was bigger than my confusion and in a steady move, I bent over and licked off the spill of blood on a part of his palm.

No, that's not right, Hector bent to look under the bed where the white first aid box he roughly yanked at had been sitting all along, listening to my inner thoughts. I watched him as he wrapped the bandage across the flat of my hand with a gentleness that I found unnerving. I wondered just how much more control the platinum-blonde-haired man had over the muscular expanse of his body. Uncle Ben had told us stories of Lycans that ate smaller werewolves for dessert, unable to resist the scent of their blood, yet here the mysterious man was, his nose only inches from my bleeding palm, and yet, he hadn't taken a single lick.