Thriller Nights Novels & Stories

Afterwards I decide to go back upstairs and rest for the remainder of the evening. Night falls, and with it a thunderstorm stirs up. Lightening cracks and for some reason outside of my bedroom, I swear I see sinister red eyes peering in at me. Feel like it must be the exhaustion of the day. I close the blinds, turn on N*****x. I feel dread again as a precaution. I make sure the house is locked up with the deadbolts he installed. I also lock my room to make sure I am extra safe. I snuggle up with a blanket and put on the TV. I change my mind about N*****x and put on “Discovery of Witches” on A****n Prime. Wishing I could find a man like Matthew.

she said continuously without a breath. I successfully opened my door and closed it immediately. I slumped on the floor, the feel of my condo unit makes me always feel safe. "Who is that man, Calliana?! When I asked him where were you, he told me your safe and I shouldn't worry. And then I asked his name and girl, did you just have a one night stand with the most sought bachelor of 21st century?" she squealed. "Women will crawl and kneel for a one night stand with a Zeigler! A Zeigler, Calliana!"

His smile widened, sending a chill down my spine. "You can't escape me, Friah," he whispered, his voice filled with malice. My heart pounded in my chest as I jolted awake, the remnants of my nightmare still clinging to my mind like a lingering fog. Sweat coated my brow as I struggled to catch my breath, the echo of Drenver's menacing words still ringing in my ears. "Friah, are you alright?" Vince's voice cut through the darkness, filled with concern as he reached out to gently shake my shoulder. "You were tossing and turning in your sleep."

Except it couldn’t swallow what leaked through Wendy’s bedroom door. Under the faint tune of jingle bells from the speakers, A low, mechanical buzz. Wet, rhythmic slaps. A breathy, desperate moan that punched me straight in the gut. No fucking way. I froze, hand on the knob. The sound came again, higher, needier, edged with a whimper that made my cock twitch. Wendy Thorne, honor-roll princess, the girl who used to beg me to push her higher on the swings, who cried when we found a dead sparrow in the gutter, was in there doing… that?

“Such is the way of a scared girl, aye? You would be dead already if I wanted to kill you. That’s the appetite of a Roman, hmm? Kill them all and build fences? Shut up your fool mouth and open your foolish mind. I’m going to enlighten you.” “What?” Quintus stammered, his anger going in many directions. “It is Lammas, a high holiday for us from all time we know.” Drust stepped a bit away from them, both arms up high when he said Lammas, but he dropped them soon after. “Today, this very evening, I’ll have my vital sacrifice and you will all go out and be a part of it willingly. My hands won’t get wet with your blood a single drop.” Porcius said under his breath, “That’s big of ya.”

And that is why Tyler got me these vibrators, I have them all, in different shapes and sizes. You see, we were watching a movie, Sex, And The City. We watched as a mere vibrator literally kept Charlotte in bed for days, and I told him I wanted one of those. Well, that's this guy, he got it for me. It's called the Thrusting Jackrabbit, it’s a tool that stimulates both my G-Spot and clitoris at the same time while thrusting in and out of my vagina. It's got little orbs that whirl around while it pulses for increased stimulation, too.

Roxanne lay sound asleep in Lance’s bed, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath she took, casting a shadow of complete and utter relaxation around her petite frame. By the time they had gotten their heated Tension and misunderstandings out of the way, night had fallen, sky dancing in complete darkness as the city roared to life in the dark. As a result, Lance insisted she stayed in his penthouse, telling her that he wasn't going to allow her go home when it was already dark.

“Should we then start the dinner?” Gianna couldn’t help but look at Caden’s sleeve tattoo. The oversize shirt he wore exposed the black inks from his forearm, drawn all the way down his wrist. He pinned his long hair behind his ears, his sharp jawline made him more manly than she remembered him as. Caden exchanged stories with Marson, as they both had connections with Carvon Hotels and Resorts, where they were friends with the owner’s heir. “Whoa, this is cool,” Marson commented, a genuine smile on his lips. “I have no idea that Gianna had a rockstar friend. You guys attended the same high school, yes?”

He had in his office the scarce evidence, a few photographs of crime scenes, drawings and even vampire cartoons, of something he was completely sure, that was done by a human, and he was someone who knew where to attack, supernatural beings did not exist, The science that he loved so much made him doubt about those nocturnal creatures, this was a man who hated the female gender, and he would find it. The headlines read: STRIKE AGAIN! THE MIDNIGHT KILLER. Now they were two women who were presumably servants of the night, they woke up on the nearby dock, both with looks of terror and those marks made with a fine-edged weapon. A figure was walking along the pier, it was close to five in the mor

"Come on, Misty, you have to do better than that. Let's play Treasure Hunt." "Treasure Hunt?" "Tomorrow night. Be daring. Take a chance in life. I told you, I'll never do anything to hurt or frighten you. You can trust me. That's a promise." There was that word again. Trust. Still she couldn't make herself answer him. "All right. Here's what we'll do. There's a Hot Java coffee shop in the Medallion strip mall. Know where it is?" "Yes." "Go there tomorrow night at seven. There'll be a package for Misty. If you pick up the package, the game is on. Just follow the instructions and move on to the next stop."