Thriller Stories Short Novels & Stories

These are the questions a bookstore owner face when a mysterious book shows up. Samurai and Other Stories by William Meikle—No one can handle Scottish folklore with elements of the darkest horror, science fiction and fantasy, suspense and adventure like William Meikle. The Dark at the End of the Tunnel by Taylor Grant—Offered for the first time in a collected format, this selection features ten gripping and darkly imaginative stories by Taylor Grant, a Bram Stoker Award® nominated author and rising star in the suspense and horror genres. Grant exposes the terrors that hide beneath the surface of our ordinary world, behind people’s masks of normalcy, and lurking in the shadows at the farthest

Hi, readers! This compilation will continue again. Expect many more raw, uncensored, wild, spicy and unique short stories! * Chapter 1: My Crush Noticed Me! Melissa was exhausted and she just wanted the day to end already. She closed her eyes for a moment and massaged her body. She snapped her eyes open when the elevator doors opened and her swaying boss, Marcus James, stepped inside. She froze in shock because, first of all, this was the first time she had ever been in the elevator with him, and second, he had a private lift that went straight to his penthouse.

My dick throbbed painfully in my pants as she took her bottom lip between her teeth, slowly grinding on it before releasing it. With one swift motion, I flipped her around. Her chest now pressed against the wall. One of my hands slipped into my sweatpants, pulling out my dick that was already leaking with precum. I shifted her thong to the side one more time, not giving her time before slamming into her. She clamped her hands over her mouth almost immediately. I groaned, pulling back and slamming back into her pussy. I slammed into her continuously, in love with the way her walls clenched around me with every thrust.

Like he could erase what he had heard by burying himself in someone else. Now he was making me pay for all of it. His fingers sped up inside me. Not frantic, but purposeful. Each stroke dragged over that perfect spot while his tongue stayed relentless on my clit. He alternated between fast flicks and long, slow sucks that pulled the sensitive bud deeper into his mouth. My thighs started to tremble. My breathing turned ragged. Sweat gathered between my breasts and trickled down my ribs. My nipples were so hard they ached every time the air moved across them.

"Tell me... how long can you endure before you cum?" "I don't understand," I panted, my breath hitching as his nose grazed my earlobe. Preston didn't answer with words. He reached into his pocket. Click. "Fuck!" I gasped, the sound muffled against his shoulder. My panties roared to life. The tiny bullet vibrator against my clit was suddenly humming at a frantic, high-frequency buzz. It was a localized earthquake centered right on my most sensitive nerve ending. "Shh," he urged, moving his hips in a slow, grinding circle that forced the device deeper against me. "Don't scream yet. We have an audience."

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

Ryan said, voice a little tighter than before, “Yeah, a movie sounds real good.” I stood up slowly, walked to the TV and bent over deep in front of it so the robe rode all the way up my back and showed them the full bottom of my bare ass, my wet pussy lips peeking out between my thighs for just a second. I picked the hottest erotic thriller I owned, the one packed with long teasing scenes that always end with people fucking raw and loud. I dimmed the lights low until the whole room glowed soft and warm like a bedroom, then came back and sat right between them again, even closer.

I moaned and held his head there, running my fingers through his short hair. His hand slid up my thigh, under my cutoff shorts, rubbing me through my panties until the fabric was soaked. He dropped to his knees right there on the garage floor, yanked my shorts and panties down in one motion, and put his mouth on me. No slow teasing. Just hungry, rough licking and sucking. Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling while his tongue worked my clit. I came fast and hard, thighs shaking around his head, biting my lip so I wouldn’t scream.

1, edited by Joe Mynhardt Fear the Reaper, edited by Joe Mynhardt For the Night is Dark, edited by Ross Warren Short story collections: Dead Reckoning and Other Stories by Dino Parenti Things You Need by Kevin Lucia Frozen Shadows and Other Chilling Stories by Gene O’Neill Varying Distances by Darren Speegle The Ghost Club: Newly Found Tales of Victorian Terror by William Meikle Ugly Little Things: Collected Horrors by Todd Keisling Whispered Echoes by Paul F. Olson

Sleep shorts and panties were tugged down next—kicked into the shadows. Naked now, skin on skin, they pressed together—breasts flattening against each other, nipples brushing, sending sparks straight to their cores. Harper’s hand slid between Mia’s thighs—found her already soaked—two fingers gliding through slick folds, circling her clit in slow, teasing strokes. Mia bit her lip hard—trying not to moan. “Inside,” she whispered. “Please.” Harper pushed two fingers in—slow, deep—curling them upward to stroke that spongy spot. Mia’s hips bucked; her breath hitched. Harper added a third—stretching her—pumping steadily while her thumb rubbed tight circles on Mia’s clit.