Scared Vs Scarred Novels & Stories

“ except for the stinging ? Yeah “ rubbing his cheek he muttered moodily “ sorry about that , I didn’t mean to hurt you , I was just -“ “ scared “ I finished the sentence for him , he looked like he wanted to refuse but I shook my head “ I know you want to say that you are worried rather than scared, I don’t blame you - I would have said so myself but the truth is we both are scared , You know it and I know it too “ “I never thought that I will one day hear you say that you are scared “ he said with a begrudging smile

"Yes, it was fun. But I don't think I can just forget about this, about you being a Lycan prince." I sighed. It was always the same with Omegas. They were so scared of us, even when we were trying to show them kindness. But I couldn't blame her, not really. The Lycans had a reputation, after all. "I understand," I said, trying to sound as reassuring as possible. "But you don't have to be scared. I won't hurt you." Scarlett looked up at me, and I could see the fear still in her eyes. But there was something else there too, something that made me think maybe she wasn't completely afraid of me.

"Is that okay?" "Of course it's okay." "Because I was trying not to be." "Being scared and trying not to be are both fine," I said. "You were brave. That doesn't mean not scared. Brave means scared and doing the thing anyway." He thought about this. "Like you going to the vampire fortress with broken ribs and not enough magic." "Yes. Exactly like that." He nodded with the satisfaction of something slotting into the correct place. "Okay," he said. "I believe you."

At first it used to bother me a lot but once I started using it according to my liking, that was the beginning of everything. I didn't regret scaring people, for me weak ones deserve it. There is no difference in humans at all, there are some but still we all are humans. It's the emotions in us that makes us different. Some are talented but are scared, some are not talented but have courage. Some are manipulative and that's because they are afraid of their own life, the thought that someone else is living a better life than them scares them. The others are short tempered, they are simply scared because they are worried about their loved ones, they don't want them to get hurt but don't know h

“What are you scared of?” “The same thing you are. That you’ll forget about me when I leave. That some other she-wolf is going to come along that you want to be with, and you’ll reject me to have her instead. I’m scared that you’re going to realize that I’m not good enough for you. That you might decide I’m too damaged to keep as your mate. I’m scared…”

He started toward me, but the scarred man held out his hand, stopping him in his tracks. “No, no," the scarred man said slowly, his eyes narrowing in on me. "Let’s hear what the little brat has to say. She seems to think she's untouchable.” “Untouchable? You think I’m scared of you?" I tilted my head and gave them a withering look. "You’re nothing but a bunch of overgrown bullies who get off on intimidating people who are weaker than you. Pathetic. But I guess that’s what happens when you don’t have the brains to do anything else with your lives. Am I supposed to be impressed? You can throw a punch—congratulations.”

This made her scared, she didn’t want both men to fight or cause any havoc or bring attention to themselves. “Control your wolf or else it’ll get beaten to pulp” It was a warning that Justin meant and Jack stared at him with fury, he didn’t want to back down but he knew Justin would surely kick his ass and one thing he didn’t want was to get embarrassed in front of Catherine. “What do you think I’m trying to prove?” “Why are you trying to take away things that are mine?” Jack gritted out and Justin scoffed, walking closer while Catherine heart began racing heavily, she thought he was going to hit Jack.

“Yah, Zach says it’s wong to huwt giwls and weak wolves.” Oh sure, I tell him that for days on end, and my words mean nothing. His little friend tells him once, and suddenly it’s gospel. “He says his daddy hit his mommy all the time, it made huh cwy. Zach says it was weally bad, and it scawed him.” “Right. We shouldn't scare people. It's wrong.” “But you made that man scawed last night.” “Yes, I know,” I say and sit down, crossing my legs under me. “One day, you’ll understand the difference. Sometimes, we need to scare and hurt people, bad people, but most of the time, we don’t.”

she muttered, her voice filled with fear. The image of being sent away, abandoned in a place she didn’t belong, filled her with terror. Her heart pounded harder. For the first time in a long while… Scarlett felt it clearly. Not anger. Not pride. But fear. Pure, overwhelming fear.

He didn’t want her to look up at him like that, as though he was the only one who could protect her. “I could kill you anyway,” he hissed, but his hand loosened and dropped to her collarbone. Scar shivered again, her pupils dilating. Was she… turned on by the threat? But no… their bodies were so very close. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Was this arousal or fear? “I don’t think you will,” Scar blurted. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me. You don’t seem like that sort of a person.”