Is Nine Perfect Strangers Scary Novels & Stories

“I’ll hold on to your words. Meet me tomorrow, Miss Stranger. Keep your promise to me.” “I-I will...” she stuttered. Then, he let go of her. For few moments, Eura’s brain was loading. She didn’t act immediately. She turned away and leave her Mr. Stranger. When she turned her back she never dare to look at him again. She’s afraid that she might run back to him as he saw his face. She wasn’t even sure why she’s acting weird. This is so foreign to her; felt like there’s something on him that kept on tugging her.

--- At five in the morning, another message arrived. This time on every phone simultaneously. Julian's. Stella's. Dani's. The stranger's. The exact same message. The exact same sender. The exact same warning. A location. Nothing more. Just coordinates. The stranger looked immediately alarmed. "No." Julian noticed. "What is it?" She stared at the coordinates. Then looked up. Fear filling her eyes. Real fear. The kind impossible to fake. "I know that address." The room went silent. "Where is it?"

His presence shifted the room; suddenly the air felt like a cage, each of us aware of how volatile the next second could become. “I don’t touch,” the stranger said. “I observe. I decide. And I make consequences unavoidable.” My chest tightened. I couldn’t breathe. The words pressed against my ribs, heavy as stones. I wanted to scream, to bolt, to hide but instinct told me the men behind me wouldn’t let me. And instinct also told me the danger was more than physical. It was psychological. Emotional. The kind that stayed long after the threat had gone. Elliot’s hand brushed mine, subtle but grounding. Liam’s presence at my back made my spine rigid, but somehow safe. Marcus’s gaze burned into t

Time's up. No sooner had the words left my mouth than a stir echoed down the hallway. The crowd parted like the Red Sea, faces etched with a mix of terror and reverence. The deliberate click of high heels grew louder, each step resonating like a heartbeat through the throng. A team of bodyguards in black swiftly took charge, pushing back the onlookers with their phones at the ready. A statuesque silhouette framed the doorway, her black business attire cut with precision, her hair swept up in an elegant twist. Her features echoed Jennifer's, but where Jennifer held a flicker of warmth, this woman radiated a commanding chill that seemed to pierce the very air.

"This is what you get! You never fed me, so you can't hurt me! Another swing of the pan. That's it! I am very satisfied with what I did. And when I turned to the One who saved me, my eyes widened. The frying pan fell off in my hand. This is the man who seems to have our paths always intersected. His eyes… Karen pulled me over, and the man kicked the scoundrels again. He's with his associates. Because of them, the unwanted guest runs breathing heavily. It's like we're watching an action film. “Dahlia… are they with you?” I closed my eyes again. I might have a nightmare. This is unlikely to happen twice or thrice; it must have been a dream. But when I opened my eyes and saw the injured bodies

I opened the room door which had a big sticker of twenty-nine pasted on it and to my greatest surprise, I saw a guy lying on his stomach, watching a movie or so. It dawned on me that he watching porn when I heard the weird sounds coming from his laptop. He hadn't noticed my presence since he was very engrossed, so I quietly stepped out of the room and let out a big sigh of frustration. So this was my new roommate? Great! Just what I needed!

With a quick nod, I turned and fled back toward the packhouse, my heart pounding in my chest with fear and also with thoughts of what have put myself into. The three strangers’ words echoed in my head, over and over. "You’re not what you seem." I didn’t know what they meant though, but for some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that they were right about there Word's,I couldn't shake off the feeling that they would help me . ***** Later that same night, I lay in my small, drafty room, staring up at the ceiling as the events of the day replayed in my mind like a movie. The strangers had already settled in for the evening in the pack with, their presence still looming over the pack like a s

He really sucks at trying to trick me again when I already know all his tricks. "Okay, you must be mad at me. Sorry, but I really didn't mean to do that. I just hesitate to do it. Besides, there are many things I'm thinking about my dating experience with Stephi. I think I can control my fear. At least I can suggest myself not to be nervous and not to panic when dealing with Stephi. But what I don't understand the most is that when you call me in a panicked tone, I feel a thump. I get scared just thinking about your situation. It was really something I had never felt again after Vella left me. The phobia that I experienced seemed to have taken away the care and affection for a woman I have.

She leaned closer, "I'm going to haunt your night and scratch your ugly face with my fingernails!" To Avery's surprise, the handsome stranger laughed off her threat. "Nice try. You deserve an Oscar for pulling off a big scare," he made an airy quotation, stressing the last words. "But let me give you a fair warning, do not cross paths with me next time, because if you do, you'll be sorry you did." "We're here." The taxi jerked to a stop in front of the fifteen-story building. The abrupt stop sent her diving face deep into the middle of the stranger's bulky chest, numbing her senses with his masculine scent.

I snapped. Leticia must have been late. She wanted to marry me so badly. She would not miss the wedding. Where was she? Why had she disappeared? What had happened? The chapel bell struck one. The low tolling sounded like a dull knife cutting into my chest. Leticia did not come. The whispers had turned into open ridicule. I heard every word. Don Colombo was played by a woman. The Buono Principessa finally woke up. Serves him right.