Scared Potter Novels & Stories

I wouldn’t give it to them. Two of them dragged in a metal contraption, its wires and clamps gleaming ominously under the dim torchlight. The faint hum of electricity made my stomach twist, but I forced my face to remain calm. “I’m here to talk,” I said, my voice steady despite the dread curling in my gut. “To warn you about Damian.” The scarred man barked out a laugh, harsh and humorless. “Talk? You sneak into our territory and expect us to believe you’re here for a friendly chat?”

Queenie reviewed them honestly, talking about how they felt in her hand and how easy it was to use one. The design was very slip-proof, and despite her earlier worries about how fragile some of the toys looked, they were rather robust in her drop test. Yes, the drop test was a legit thing that London reviewed. It was something she did whenever selecting new flower pots. If a pot couldn’t withstand a hard drop, she wouldn’t buy them. Not all pottery were made equal, and it was her job to spot a poorly fired one.

I pressed the piece of porcelain on my own wrist. He gulped down hard. “What in the hell are you up to?” he growled, with uplifted hands as if he was trying to calm a wild animal. I didn’t drop the shard. “You think I’m scared of you?” I asked, stepping toward him with fire in my chest. “You think you can slap me around and drag me like a suitcase through countries? I'm done, Perry.” “Put that down,” he said, jaw tightening. “You’re being dramatic.”

he asked softly. Because I wanted you to take me. But I gave the performance of a trembling captive remembering trauma. “I… I was too scared to make a sound…” He hummed — low, skeptical. A man who didn’t believe a word. “Fear makes people scream,” he said. “Not silence.” I wilted like a flower crushed at the stem. “Please… please don’t make me say more…” Still acting. Still lying. Still perfect. But something in his expression shifted — a glint of admiration, interest… something dangerously close to desire.

“Does thewhymatter? If you tell me, you want me to spank your ass until it’s raw, I will. If you tell me to choke you, I will wrap my hand around your throat and squeeze. If you tell me to lay you on a bed of rose petals and make sweet love to you, I will. And if you tell me that the one thing that turns you on is getting fucked in a burning building, I will lay the world to ashes just to please you.” I took a stuttering breath, then another, blinking up at him. The conviction in his eyes charged the space between us. “I am scared,” I whispered, afraid the truth behind these three words would shatter if I spoke them too loudly. “Of what?” “I’m scared of figuring out that the things that turn

Everyone has a past—me included—but… when I imagine how many there were over all that time… it’s infuriating! I had seen the porcelain figures, but I thought it was just one of Karadeylis’s hobbies—making such eerie sculptures. He himself said he had tried his hand at many arts. The realization that I could have become one of them triggered a delayed wave of panic and fear. It’s exactly the feeling people describe when they realize they were just a hair’s breadth from death. And it’s damn terrifying! Now I understand why Kays was so reluctant to involve me in his chance at freedom. He was simply afraid for me and didn’t want to take the risk.

My heart drums. I try to appear strong. But, in truth, I’m scared. Super scared. Fucking afraid. I’m afraid of what is to come. And even though I don’t want to admit it, I fear Zeath. I’m too scared of him. I wasn’t before. But after the dangerous stunt he pulled off, I can’t deny that the man can cut my head off and drink wine from my skull. As the night grows thicker and the doves retire, I crawl out of my tent once again.

​​​​​Aurora. Scared girl had run far but she could never hide. She would spend the rest of the night running until she played her part. The only job scared girl had to do this night was to be scared out of her mind. I wanted nothing else from her except her terror. “You are serious, aren’t you?” drunk murderous man asked. I could still hear doubt in his voice. I could tell from the way his muscles nervously twitch that he was trying to decide if he should just kill me or give in to my plan.

He didn't look scared," Will remarked. Looks can be deceiving," Sofer said. When they were done, Will hung up and drank the last of his fifth cup of coffee. "Clear as fucking mud," he muttered. The killer bets he's going to kill the guy by scaring him to Scan death? Gimme a break!" He threw his arms into the asperated. "Okay, let's keeP going. He kills three people on asperated. ay twenty-second and he takes a breather over the week-

he says in a low tone. I just nodded, yes, I wasn’t afraid of him, I lived through Avisa Photim’s rampages after she lost her mother. I had seen a 12-year-old girl kill a man because he abused his wife before torturing him until he kissed her feet, he thinks that is scary? Avisa Photim easily makes him look like an amateur. But not fearing him doesn’t mean I can beat him, he is strong I can’t beat him, so I need to find a way out that doesn’t involve angering him.