Unnerving Images Novels & Stories

She didn't even know about that yet, maybe it's better that she didn't know about it at all. He couldn't stop picturing her with him. The image of her naked body on another man's lips, his hands all over her, caressing her, tickling her the way she loved to be tickled. Her lips enveloped in another man's mouth, his tongue tasting her. It was poisoning him. He had to get it out of his head. The only way he knew how to do that was through a razor blade, sliced his skin, and let the blood dripped out from his body, taking away the venom that was killing him inside. It was an urge he could no longer hold back, the stinging pain would take off his mind from those horrible images. He put a bandage

Anton and I try to run for our mates, but my legs feel like they're made of lead. "Teegan!" I yell. I watch in horror as she falls to the ground. What's going on? When I see Petra fall next to her, I know she won't be able to stop whatever this is. There's no smoke, and I can't smell anything, but something is definitely affecting all of us. "Nooooo!" I try to scream when I see a dark figure lifting them up as if they weigh nothing. The figure turns toward me, and I freeze. The face is distorted, so I can't determine if it's male or female.

CONNOR: (picture message file) (picture message file) (picture message file) I shouldn’t click it, but my interest is peaked. I click it and three slightly grainy night vision photos pop up. My heart constricts in my chest, the images engraved in my mind before, I quickly click back, mark the message as unread and toss the phone on the coffee table. Maybe curiosity did kill the cat. Or in this case wolf?

Under the attentive gaze of everyone in the room, each wearing a unique emotion which came together to cast a thick tension into the atmosphere, Andre scrolled down and opened another folder. And as soon as they caught a glance of the gallery of videos and images arranged into multiple grids, they recognised it for what it was. And the reaction followed; a sharp gasp, a groan of rage and of course, genuine shocking surprise from Clara herself. Because irrespective of having been aware of it already, the vulgarity of those motion pictures and still images of a nude Marie still managed to shock her. Andre reclined into the seat, slanting his head to the side. "And I was wondering, which should

“Investors do too.” I flicked through the pages with my steadier thumb. The photos were grainy but clear enough: a man on a gurney, arms stiff; a woman on a tiled floor, eyes rolled back; an ECG trace with ugly spikes where there should have been polite hills. Each image had a timestamp and a trial code. Someone had put a lot of work into making this look real.

With trembling hands, I retrieved the flash drive from my pocket and inserted it into my laptop, the soft hum of the machine filling the room as it powered on. My heart raced as the screen flickered to life, the contents of the drive displayed before me in a series of folders and files. With a deep breath, I clicked on the first folder, my pulse quickening with each passing second. What I saw next filled me with shock and disbelief. The images that flashed across the screen were gruesome and horrifying, a stark reminder of the darkness that lurked in the world beyond our doorstep. I recoiled in horror, my stomach churning with revulsion at the sight before me.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

she retrieves a photograph from the untidy pile, placing it down on the table triumphantly. I glance over towards the presented image, nervously licking the dry skin on my lips as the familiar illustration causes my stomach to twist on sight. A cold shiver runs down my spine as I study the image once more, a spark of terror-filled surprise breaking across my face as I swallow down the rising anxiety trying to escape from within me. I feel my body begin to fill with dread as the haunting images stare back at me, haunting me once again while the shadowed woman duplicating herself before the moonlight kneels brazenly for us all to see. How the hell is this linked to me? “I really hope it's not…

With a resigned sigh, she picked up the phone to check, her irritation morphing into shock and horror as she stared at the images flooding her screen. Her hands trembled as she swiped through them, her stomach churning. Nude pictures, intimate, invasive taken without her knowledge. Most of them were of her asleep, completely unaware. Her throat tightened as she read the accompanying message: "I look at them when I miss you. Still don’t want to talk to me?" The world seemed to tilt for a moment. Her breath quickened, and a wave of nausea washed over her. She dropped the phone onto the bed as though it had burned her. Fear, disgust, and rage churned inside her all at once.

Who's is it? I wanted to get up but everything feels so numb. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, but when I open them again, I see no wolf. My eyes was drifting off again, and even though I tried to keep me awake, I can't. I just feel so exhausted. So so tired. The second I open my eyes, I immediately sat back up, feeling the energy coming back to me. But I instantly regretted it when I saw what's around me. My hands immediately came to cover my mouth, shocked of the scene. The once beautiful house was now ruined, with shards from the fallen glasses and windows scattered on the floor. The fallen furnitures. The ripped sofa... Wait...