Thriller Stories Novels & Stories

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Her Dad's stepmother, the legal wife of Patriarch Li, schemed and plotted his mother's death with a group of thugs. Low-born and raised in dark alleys, the thugs had zero principles and no morals. As individuals with no bottom line, seeing a beautiful and graceful woman, awakened other thoughts in their vile minds. The thugs performed unmentionable deeds before fulfilling their mission and killing Li Chen's mother. In a twist of fate, the young Li Chen that was still grieving, overheard his stepmother gossiping with a group of friends on how she took care of his mother.

It was more than sex; it was a consummation. Thraxnir began to move, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm that rocked the heavy table. Each thrust was a masterstroke, hitting a spot within her that made her see stars. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust. Her claws scored his back, drawing thin lines of dark, shimmering blood that smelled of sulfur and incense. He leaned down, capturing her mouth in another searing kiss, swallowing her moans. One of his hands slid between their bodies, his thumb finding her clit with unerring accuracy. He pressed down and circled, the pressure exquisite and devastating.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

When I reached his room, I climbed onto the neatly made bed and laid on my back. My survival instincts were screaming. What if he was crazy? What if this was how girls disappeared? But the fear only made the heat between my legs worse. I was so turned on I could barely think straight. Liam walked in a moment later, wearing only his pants, his muscular chest staring right at me. He went straight to his drawer and pulled out a thick black vibrator and a few other things I couldn’t see. My stomach flipped with anticipation and before I could say anything, he climbed onto the bed. Slipped a blind fold over my eyes and I held my breath waiting for his next move.

He felt fast action was vital,so he tried to twist the cyclist's head back to it's proper position,BREAKING THE BIKER'S NECK! I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!

Story Note: “Room for One More” is a standalone short from my erotic collectiona mix of intense, sensual, and sometimes forbidden stories that explore the raw edges of desire. Each story introduces new characters, new fantasies, and unapologetically explicit encounters. This particular tale features a taboo dynamic between step-siblings, told with heat, dominance, and no holding back. Reader discretion is advised. *************************************************

I gave him the finger, adrenaline rushing. He stopped running when it became obvious he couldn't catch up with us and placed his hands on his waist. Having chased us for a long time, the older man must have given up, as he knew he was no match for us. "Girl, that was fun!" I exclaimed, "We're doing it again." She concurred, "The thrill was worth the chase." We high-fived. That day's dare had been to steal from a jeweller's store. Dangerous, right? That was why it was called a dare; the danger part gave it a thrilling vibe.

Her face was grim in so many ways and it shouted silent threats of my life in danger. ‘Who the hell do you think you are?’ Naledi softly and yet angrily shouted questions at me. ‘What makes you think you can come to my house and threaten me?’ She held a tight grip around my neck, making it difficult for me to breathe. It became clear to me that instead of being a perpetrator, I was about to become a victim, or worse, another murder statistic. As she continued with her quest to stop oxygen from flowing to my brain, she pushed me and my back hit hard against the kitchen counter. She continued tightening her grip around my neck but just before I could pass out, I managed to wriggle free off her

2. PREYE Dad left years ago after the separation, so it’s just me and Mom back home. She’s been grinding through everything alone, and I’ve gotten damn good at hiding my secrets. I’m straight as fuck. Men do it for me hard,thick heavy cocks stretching my pussy wide open, gagging on dick until my eyes water and spit runs down my chin, that rough BDSM shit where a guy ties me up and treats my holes like his personal cum dump. Nothing beats sucking cock though. Feeling it throb and swell on my tongue, swallowing every thick rope when he’s earned it.