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.

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

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.

My mate is scared of me. I moved off the poacher with my head down, unable to look at her. I heard the other poachers coming from one side and people from the camp coming from the other. I can't be here. I snarled at the poacher as he tried to sit up, cradling his injured arm.

Shaking his head for the trouble Mathin had willingly embraced, he kicked his stallion into a walk. He had business to tend to. *** “What is that?” Far from shrinking from him now, Andrea’s backside was practically welded to his front as she backed pedaled into him. Of course, he was blocking her escape. The magnificent redwoods and tall ferns of his home world surrounded them, but he doubted she’d even noticed the scenery yet. Mathin sighed. “It’s just a feeder beetle. They’re harmless.” If this was the way she reacted to what amounted to pet food, he was not looking forward to her reaction to the Haunt.

cried Watson. “That's right, Watson, it's scary. He is Hector Sparker and he is an elf, a hideous goblin and his existence has caused his father's death. It's so scrary. He should die and his soul should be cursed by the River Styx. Trust me, Watson, I'll give you what you want and help you get it. Humans have always been and so, without my help, all humans would be immersed in those tasteless peace.” “How can you help me?” Watson asked again, his voice trembling slightly.

he said, and turn away to disappear to the highest area of the pagodas! “Phew!” Nuahanna sweats miserably, turn her back and flow so fast that she leaves a strange afterimages. These strange afterimage is those of gold, blue, green, and bloody that the scary-face man tremble the sight of it. His terror skyrocketed. He growled, “She dared hide the might of her existence? What a cunning woman that was!” These afterimage is the might in itself. If the scary-face man has the bloody glow to surround the pagodas, that's the essence of his might. But what about the several elements that make up the might?