Erotichorror storie

A little bit of horror, thriller, romance and plain ol' wierd. These are the stories that my mind weaves in its dark twisted bowels.

Yuki, a mysterious, beautiful omega with a blank record and unknown origin, arrives at Union Asylum-Academy. He has no memory of how he got there, but everyone seems to already know him-or want him. As the story unfolds, Yuki begins receiving cryptic letters written in his handwriting... letters he doesn't remember writing. Secret passages, hidden wings, and violent incidents begin to piece together a far bigger conspiracy involving staff murders, manipulated memories, and a long-forgotten experiment.

When Somchai finds an ancient amulet in the haunted jungles of Northern Thailand, he unknowingly awakens Mae Prai-a lustful spirit cursed with eternal desire and death. What begins as seductive dreams soon turns into horrifying possession, as Somchai becomes both her lover and her prisoner. Bound by flesh and haunted by forbidden ecstasy, he must uncover the amulet's dark origin before his soul is consumed forever.

Sienna I wasn't prepared for what I would find that night. I also wasn't prepared for him. trapped with no way out taken in the dark of night by a man with no soul to speak of. I would find a way out...I will escape this. Donovan I knew it was her the moment I saw her, So innocent and pure. The opposite of me in every way. I wanted her. Needed her. I was going to have her and nobody was going to stand in my way...not even her. evil binds us together of that i'll make sure. *This is a dark romance, it will not be for everybody. Our hero is not a good man. This will be a story of good meets evil. Trigger warnings include: Dubious consent, murder, assault, talk of abuse.

Aspiring rapper Marcus finds lethal inspiration when he becomes entangled with the mysteriously haunted Mirabelle. Compelled to translate her shadowy past into dark lyrics even as deadly secrets surround her, Marcus descends into a terrifying world blurring forbidden desire and paranormal evil. To emerge with his life and sanity, he must channel the horror into the most chilling rhyme of his life.

Ryder Hart wasn't a guy. He breathed sex and exhaled danger. He was the shadow in the corner of the room that you knew was watching you, waiting. And on that one unforgettable night . . . he was waiting for me. Of course, I didn't know any of this until it was too late.