Scaredy Cat Novels & Stories

He asked himself, taking off his ear piece off from his ears. "Come here, come her baby cat." She shuttered, bent lower and stretched her arm towards it but it wasn't long enough. "What is she doing?" Jade frowned as he ran closer. Kitty- kitty. Come and meet mama!" She called again and stretched a little further. Finally, her hands caught to as she held it like a piece of file in her right arm. About to turn, in order to stand up properly but her leg felt slippery. "Oh no!" She cried out loud in fear of falling.

I said, feigning innocence. I glanced around after speaking. It was true. There wasn't a single living person in sight, but ghosts were everywhere. "This place is cursed!" Charlotte snapped. "I can't even stop. The moment I even think about it, it feels like needles are piercing my hands." Even as she spoke, her hands kept moving. Fear flickered across her face at the scene before her. The terror in her eyes was truly a rare sight to behold. "Is this your doing? Did you come up with all these tricks to scare me? You just want revenge for all the times I picked on you at school, don't you?"

The kids immediately look back, excited to see and touch the animal that everyone adores, but. “It’s a black cat!” A little boy screams in a panic and immediately took a branch and points at her. As she only looks at it and back to the kids that a second adore her voice, but when they saw her, their expression changes into fear. “I knew it.” She whispers to herself and only inside her mind. Still looking at the kids in front of her, who are all too scared to even take another step toward her. “Everyone is scared of a particular cat, that black one.”

Ryan turned back and went to where Sarah was. "Fuck you Sarah, that was just a cat and guess what? We just made it scared and disturbed it's sleep and it ran. Happy now?" "Oh a cat. I don't know it was a cat. Am sorry." "You should control your fears, you shouldn't get frightened at all things." "Am sorry." They proceeded,they kept on walking through shortcuts and something ran across their legs. "Fuck it . Oh my gosh oh my gosh!" Sarah shoited, visibly shaking

His scream ripping through the room. I woke up shaking, gasping, the cat already sitting on my chest like it knew. Like it had been waiting. I told it everything, every detail, every sound, every horrible second, because I always tell the cat. It’s the only thing that never looks scared when I talk about the dreams.

I wish I could bring that guy back and kill him all over again. "Are you okay Kitty cat?" I asked gently. Her dazed eyes stared at me. They were still filled with unshed tears. I helped her sit up but wasn't expecting her to wrap her arms around me in a hug. I stayed still, shocked by the gesture. "I'm so scared Domenic." She cried and my heart twisted. "I thought I was going to die. I'm so fucking scared right now." She hugged me tighter to her like she feared I was going to disappear.

His voice was soft and gentle as if he were talking to a kitten. Taking a peek, I saw Luka smiling as he petted the top of the cat’s head, between its ears. I almost relaxed at seeing how Luka was behaving, only to squeeze them shut when the cat started walking. Clinging to the cat’s back, I held on for dear life. “I take it when I am in my wolf form, you won’t want to ride on my back?” “That is different. I like dogs, of all shapes and sizes. I don’t know what it is, but large cats scare me.” I admitted without an ounce of care to sounding like a scared little girl.

After all, he could not make too much of a scene. "Do you want to return now on your own or would you like to be taken back?" Cedrick sneered. His threat made Catelyn gulp. She quickly grabbed his sleeve and begged like a baby. "No, please don't let me go. I'll admit it. I have been following you guys, but I'm really scared. I had nightmares last night. I dreamed of tigers and wolves in the forest, and I'm worried about you." "So, you followed us without letting me know?"

“Wait… Are you scared of cats?” “No, I am not,” I say firmly, keeping as much distance as I can. Her brows lift. “Then why did you just jump away like that?” “I didn’t jump—” “Oh, look, kitty, seems like the great Kyle Sinclair is scared of you,” she teases in a baby voice. The cat meows as if agreeing with her. “For the record, I am not scared of cats,” I grumble. “And I did not jump away.” I point at the thing still nestled in her arms. “That thing is dangerous.”

My whole body hurts and I don’t want to open my eyes but I sense sirens heading towards us in the distance. Oh no, oh no. My baby. I’m hunched over, trying to clutch my belly, but I can’t move. Tears start rolling down my face, fear shooting through my body. Is my cat okay at least? I just barely manage to lift my head and look into my bag. The kitten stares up at me with wide eyes, his little sides heaving with fear.