Scary But Cute Novels & Stories

Though she hadn’t met the Brazilian man in person, from the description Libia gave, he seemed like a narcissistic, misanthropic, and selfish guy. “He sounds like quite the character,” Suzanne said with a small smile. Libia took a deep breath. “I know, but I really like him,” she admitted for the first time out loud. “I know it’s stupid, I’m sure he doesn’t want anything serious with me.” Suzanne felt sorry seeing the sadness on her friend’s face. “You know what they say, you can have fun with the wrong guy while waiting for the right one,” Suzanne tried to cheer her up.

Shannon screamed out immediately she turned to take her right, there he stood, his hands stuffed in his pocket, his eyes fixed on her. Those cold eyes were gawking on her as though they were going to eat her up. Shannon crawled backward, it was as though her heart was no longer functioning, she could hear the loud beating of her chest; he had this effect on her, his face was as scary as hell but yet he looks incredibly handsome. How can someone be this scary yet handsome? She thought to herself.

It made a sound similar to a wolf's howl; beautiful, eerie, and heartbreaking all at once. However, not all the animals were pleasant to look at. Next door to the spotted tiger-horse was something that appeared to be a mashup of a duck, velociraptor, and snake and that had the unsettling habit of watching her with its red, slitted eyes. Cherryl avoided looking at that one.

Cherie How can happiness be so fleeting? From being happy and content one second, to terrified the next. The beast in front of me snarls, its golden eyes pinning me with a look that sends bile rising up to my throat. I don’t know how one would describe the scent of death perfectly, but this monster is the embodiment of the word. It’s incredibly taller, even taller than Creed or Alpha Kai, covered in black fur, and standing on two legs. With claws the size of a grown man’s full hand, sickly yellow eyes, and scars littered all over its body, I know this is Creed’s Lycan.

She tells me hurriedly. Alright, well here goes nothing. I send my awareness straight to her pup and am shocked to notice just how cute and furry the little one is. As it senses me there, I can feel that it is scared of what is going on. I send pictures of myself and Scarlett hanging out before I try to convince it of anything.

"Does my size intimidate you?" For once, Scarlett decided to be honest. "I like big men, but... You're pretty insane, so yes, it does frighten me." "Insane?" There was a smile in his voice. "You know what you've done already. I don't have to explain myself for thinking that thought!"

Scarlett's POV I squeezed my eyes open and I shivered in fear when my gaze fell on a mystical creature. It's half human being and half eagle. He gazed at me through his red eyes that instantly changed to black, "Look who we have here." he said, leaking his lips as if he had seen a delicious meal. I swiftly stood up and moved backward only to be pushed by another one who barked out a cold and irritating laughter. " Mmm. This is a delicious meal," the one at my back said, inhaling my scent and I turned around to see that they were now almost ten in number, curling me with an irritating and scary face.

I highly doubt he would even spare a glance at a girl like me. I'm so simple and plain and curvy and He is extremely hot , grumpy and scary.He has a look that could cut anyone and everyone was scared of him . And he also has a very dominating aura that is frightening but also comforting . Which is probably a weird feeling to have I guess .He is able to command attention when he needed ,he is able to bring fear in every person despite how simple he looked.

And I'm continuously finding myself in the position were my body starts to unwilling lust after them. It's very odd, but the more I'm around these type of people the more I start to enjoy it. I've never been one to like the bad guys, I go more for the respectable gentleman. But I don't know, something about how everyone is their own mystery and everything is unexpected has me so intrigued. Yes I am absolutely scared for my life and I'm aware that it could end at any given moment, but knowing that, pumps something through my veins that I slightly enjoy. It makes me feel like a dangerous woman...or an endangered woman.

I tried to maintain my casual demeanor while my stomach did flips as the scent of his soap filled my nostrils, the shirts showing off his leg muscles, his dick swinging a bit as he sank down on the couch, the see through net shirt did nothing to hide his well sculpted chest, biceps and abs. I took the remote and began scrolling through to play a movie for us, but the sight of his dick doing that little swing replayed itself in my head and I could not pay attention as I snuck glances at him. Suddenly, moaning sounds filled the room with naked men and women displayed on the screen, fucking, as the p**n video I was watching earlier continued playing. I gasped and dropped the remote. “Oh my gosh