Mr Hands Scary Novels & Stories

I asked, turning to look at everybody else dancing to the rhythm of the music playing, that is when I saw him; A tall, muscular-looking man whose Green eyes seemed to stare into my soul despite wearing a mask. I looked away, feeling intimidated by his stare at me. "I think we are being watched," I mention in a lower voice to Klarissa, whose eyes immediately jolted in the man’s direction. The strange man stood up to his feet and began to approach us, causing my hands to suddenly go numb. "Hello, ladies..." His voice was deep as he stopped right in front of us.

Chapter 57: The top dogs. "Raise your fucking hands above your ears" The vicious looking intruder spoke in a ear-aching gruff tone. He had a frightening unique scar across his face, from his lower left cheek through the bridge of his nose to his upper right cheek just below his eyes. Even more weird and frightening was that everyone else that came with him had the same scar. Ruben raised his hands above his head slowly, conceding to the rough looking man's request. Inwardly, he had no intention to engage in a physical brawl, only thoughts to escape the hell hole.

Not in front of James. “The scariest thing?” Ryan repeated, his hand inching higher towards my core creating havoc in me. “I think it’s when your mummy tries to drive on the motorway.” he winked at me. Idiot!! James burst out laughing, his giggles filling the small space, while I elbowed Ryan sharply in the ribs. “Very funny, I drive perfectly. I was worried about James. ” I muttered, shifting slightly to move his hand away.

[S-level clearance verified. As the door opened, a man and a woman were tangled together on the bed. Eyes met. Everyone froze. "Ah!" The woman shrieked and grabbed the blanket to cover herself. The man on the bed, furious at the sudden crowd, yanked the blanket around his waist and shouted, "Who the hell are you? I'm Mason Robbins, the Level Two manager! Who gave you permission to open this door? Who let you in here? Get out, all of you!"

Ding Hao wondered. Then, at the next moment, a scream that seemed to pierce one's eardrums rang out. "Aaaaaaah...a mouse! Oh my god, just throw it away! It's too scary! How does the silly Huang Rong manage the villa? Why does the scary mouse show up here?" Evil Moon screamed like a pig being butchered. It trembled with fear. Later, it turned into a flowing light and disappeared into the distant horizon like a stray dog.

No strings attached. A sudden jump-scare on the screen made me flinch. My hand jerked on the velvet armrest, my fingers twitching. Beside me, Marcus reached over. His large, warm palm slid over mine, covering it completely. He didn't grip it, he just held it there, a steadying weight meant to stop the trembling. "Deep breaths, Ms," he whispered. "You're safe." I looked at him in the flickering blue light of the screen. Marcus was smiling, a soft, comforting expression. But as the light from a cinematic explosion washed over his face, my blood turned to ice.

MIRA Mason snaps his fingers and the room is instantly illuminated with bright lights. I stare up at him, trying in vain to calm my raging heartbeat. He looks…different. His eyes are dark and glazed over. It appears like he's staring at me, but not actually seeing me. As my fog of fear disappears, I realize that he is trembling above me. His hands pin mine in place over my head, and his hard body is snug between my thighs. "Mr. Lachlan?"

His face was the scariest it had ever been as he mocked demonically. "Please... Please, Mr." She was still shaking, afraid like before. "Please! Please tell me!" He snapped, tightening his grip on her hair. "What are you saying, bitch? Are you asking me not to hurt you?" He then roared more. Kimberly was terrified as she tried to shove him, but the man was ruthless. He threw her stiff body back to the bed, and tears streamed down her face. She realized that this man appeared to be serious now.

He is painfully thin. A man grabs his shoulder, and Mars turns. The change is instant. His face goes blank. He catches the man's wrist and twists until the bone breaks with a sickening snap. My hand flies over my mouth. People scream. Chairs scrape against the floor. Someone rushes towards him. Mars moves before the man reaches him. Terrifyingly fast. He drives an elbow into the man's throat, catches him by the back of the neck, and slams his face into a table.

He ordered, his voice calm and steady. The redhead did as she was told and Jessica could see that she was trembling. Mr. Ryan reached forward and placed one large hand on the woman's bare butt. He stroked them gently, tracing the crack with his thumb. And then he lifted his hand and brought it back down in three hard slaps. Jessica pushed a hand between her legs, the sharp sound of the smacks shooting straight to her p***y. She rubbed at her clit through the material of her skirt, but it wasn't enough.