Kitty Scary Novels & Stories

For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to. "In a minute...sir" I walked to katty, the girl at the counter. "Two pot pies and one smoothie"I told her,she looked at me with disgust. She is always like that, she never liked me, she hates when attention is given to another person rather than her. She brought the order, which I collected and was about to go when she said "Quit flirting with customers". I just walked out,she wasn't worth my time . I got close to him, when he turned and looked at me, I almost screamed"please stop staring".. I might spill these.

she stammered, conscious of her nips jutting out obscenely through her tank top. “Here let me check. You seem flushed,” Rick said as he stepped forward to feel her forehead. Kitty lifted her knees defensively and moved her body sideways at his sudden movement. As she did, an object fell out with a small thud and rolled on the floor. To her horror, the dildo had escaped her thighs and was buzzing noisily on the floor as Rick stared at it in surprise. Kitty’s cheeks turned a deep red and her face dropped to the floor. “You dropped something,” Rick said, bending to the floor at the same time. "That's not mine!" she said a little too defensively.

she asked and Kitty felt confused. "Yes but what does..." then it suddenly dawned on her. "I want you to fuck your niece..." "I cannot believe what I am hearing," Kitty said with absolute disgust in her voice. It was a gut reaction, the only thing she could say. Rachael was disgusted as well. What could this possibly bode for her.

Ada snaps at me, making Kitty move between us with a threatening growl. “You will respect Alpha Ryder; he is nothing like the stories of hybrids that have been told to frighten us and keep us in line. He’s not the result of some mad man experimenting on our kind in the forest,” Kitty scolds Ada, making her cower. I stand and place my hand on Kitty’s shoulder to calm her.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. 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!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.

She is terrified. That's right. Kimmy is a freaking werewolf that is scared of the dark. Makes no sense but that is sometimes the way of things. She is a big ass scaredy cat. Everyone in her family knows it and it embarrasses her to no end, but still, it is true.

What am I even thinking right now? How can I think things like this about that pervert Nick? If he comes to know what I was thinking, he might try to do something dirty again. He is so shameless. “Kitty, do you want to touch me? You’re staring at my body so hard, almost like you want to eat me. Man… I’m so scared. What if this kitty takes advantage of me? I’m such a weak little flower.” He covered his body with both hands, crossing them over his chest. My face twisted in disbelief, what the hell was he saying and doing?

"Don't, that was my fault I should have thought. I scared you and made you run. I panicked when I saw you two together." "Tell me everything Kitty, everything in your mind please" "I don't know Marcus, I am scared as hell from what happened, I feel like I am in shock and waiting to wake up. I believe you about Caroline, I think I just need sleep." He looks at me worried. "You're calling me Marcus, Kitty you're scaring me please." I hadn't even realised.

“I’m being helpful.” Seraphina snorted. “He means there’ll be a lot of sex. Everywhere.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Like… everywhere.” Kitty turned beet-red. “Yeah, okay, that sounds— horrifying.” Kitty’s lips twitched, a low chuckle escaping her. She shook her head, glancing at her wristwatch. “I’ve got class,” she said, standing abruptly. Her tray clattered as she gathered her things, her movements sharp, hurried.

She bites her lower lip— white teeth sinking into red flesh— then turns, smiling at the bartender. "Whisky please. Rocks." Her gaze returns to me, and she raises her eyebrows. "Make that two," I say, not leaving her gaze. A minute later he places the drinks in front of us, her hand immediately reaching out to bring it to her lips. "Katherine," she says after taking a slow sip, "but my friends call me Kat." "Adam, but everyone calls me Emilio." "I think I'll stick with Adam," she replies haughtily, daring me to tell her otherwise. I lean in closer to her, trailing her body with my eyes again. I can't stop looking at her legs. She notices, and again raises an eyebrow.