Scaredy Cat Novels & Stories

It’s not fine. Out of the corner of my eye, I’d been watching Kat come forward slowly until she was probably within arms reach of it. She looked so scared and so hesitant. Her hand was shaking as she reached out to try and touch us. I placed the top of our head, between our ears, under her hand. I watched her eyes as they went wide. “I don’t…I don’t know how to explain this feeling…”

Without further questions Skye just followed his Aunt and goes upstairs to Cloud's room for no reason. *** "Why are you screaming?" Calista asked back. "Ahh-ahh, nothing. I'm just warning you not to go out cause it's a bit dark outside." Ciara stuttered. She wasn't good at lying or acting thing. But this time she needs to try harder to convince Calista that she's being true. "That's fine." Calista replied. Ciara almost died in couch as Calista continues to walk outside the door until one of her feet are finally out.

I peck his forehead and get out of his room . Closing the door behind , I stood out nibbling my bottom lip . " What happened? " I jumped at Saad's sudden voice . " Will you stop scaring me all the time? " I snapped, irritated . " What am I supposed to do if you are a scaredy cat? '' he shrugged casually . My jaw clenched " don't call me that " I warn . " What ?" The corner of his lips curled up " scaredy cat ?" His eyes were glowing with naughtiness .

I asked, noticing her bury her head at my words, her hands which were curled into fists trembling frantically. "Are you dumb?" Devon asked in a deep baritone, which echoed across the room. I grinned at his question, knowing the idiot intended to impress rather than intimidate her but he had forgotten something: This tiny, little, cat was not like the other girls who'd swoon over him effortlessly. This one was afraid of us all and wanted to get out of here as soon as possible. Instead of getting charmed by his voice, the scaredy cat shivered, the pounding sound of her heartbeat getting faster and louder.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

The fuck. Janice’s face instantly lit up. “Oh! Look!” She crouched down, making soft noises. What was happening right now? The cat hesitated, staring back at her like it was trying to figure out something, then trotted over confidently. No. No. And fucking no. I took several steps back. “Careful, darling! Those things are feral… they carry diseases and they scratch.” She looked up at me, amusement dancing in her eyes. “Calder… are you scared of a little cat?”

" Really? So, you're telling me that you get scared of me when am angry?” " Well sometimes, who knows what you are planning in that brain of yours” " The almighty Terrick Clarkson, the business tycoon who is feared by so many, so I've heard. The supreme alpha of the supernatural world fears me? A human who doesn't even know how to protect herself?” Catrina laugh so hard that her rips hurt.

Sorry. "You shouldn't have to apologize for just being yourself. But people fear what they do not understand. Werecats are just legends, creatures for comic books and movies. Humans have no idea how real we are, or werewolves, vampires, or dragons." She said. "So basically, I'm a scary movie to them?" I ask. "Exactly!" I thought she would have disagreed. She went on, "and when humans are afraid they do some pretty dumb stuff." "What kind of dumb stuff?" I asked, I perked up a little at this news. How bad could it be?

Just like they were on que, they all burst out laughing, pointing at her as they expressed their disbelief. The three devils couldn’t stop laughing while Catherine, a brown small wolf retreated to herself more. She was smaller than even omegas. A few pups who had been able to shift from childhood were bigger than her. Her size was nothing to talk about and it brought questioning, shame and embarrassment to her so she hated to shift in front of people most times. She just wanted to dig up a hole in the group and force herself into it. “Is this your wolf?” Martha asked in between laughs.

Wyatt strode toward me carefully. Upon seeing my pale face, his brows knitted, and his face contorted slightly. He cupped my face and carefully inquired, traces of worries hung on his face. "What's wrong?" I shivered and burrowed into Wyatt's embrace pitifully. "Wyatt, it's so scary." I stuttered nervously, my heart racing and my eyes stinging due to unshed tears. I stuttered, "The cat led me here. It disappeared..."