Novel & Cerita Scary But Cute

But she, she could probably make supermodel body-conscious. Actually, I don’t think I’ve seen a she-wolf look this good. Ever. Same with humans. There are a few supernaturals who are gifted with incredible beauty though, so that could be it. The thing with this is that, as a rule, anything too unnaturally pretty or ugly, by and large, means predators. Unnatural ugliness is generally a good way to scare people. A lot of things thrive of fear. Either they feed on it, or grow stronger with it, or just enjoy terrifying their preys. Typically, there is a ratio, the uglier it gets, the scarier it is. Like if the inner ugliness or monster hood is reflected in its appearance. And there is a similar

Scary even. Although I am running with my two legs, they are forty and even my face is full of hair. Instead of my normal hands, I have claws with sharp talons. It is as if I am half human and half something else. Even my mouth and nose look elongated. Almost like I have a snout.

He's using that scary tone on me and it creep me out, the aura surrounding him was so suffocating that I wish I can just pack and leave. My fingers shakily remove the scarf around my neck and pull off my sweat shirt. I took them off placing it at the far end of the second couch. "The pant and your foot wear" God what did I ever do to deserve this? I sigh, maybe he has two personality, or is he a nutjob, because only that can explain how quickly he switched between his attitude, he really needs to see a doctor. How can someone be friendly and approachable then sometimes be horrible and scary?

It was a hollow sound, and scary too. Goosebumps erupted on Sara's skin. Selene looks scary and pure evil when she is laughing like this.

She stepped forward and said angrily, "What are you doing? Why are you breaking into our house?" "What are we doing? You must be Maison, then. Cooperate with us, and we'll take no action. Don't cooperate with us, and we'll do whatever we want. "Let me introduce myself; my name is Scar Cuddy. Yes, Scar. Like scars from a knife wound. I've killed around ten people. I hope you won't be my next victim." Scar looked fierce, and his words sounded terrifying. Most importantly, he terrified Maison. She felt nervous.

Pressure on my shoulder jolts me from a nightmare where I’m a monstrous beast, tearing into the flesh of the people I love. I gasp as my eyes shoot open, my heart pounding in my ears—the horror still racing in my thoughts. But as my vision clears, I see a pair of the most beautiful butterscotch eyes, warm and inviting, their golden depths flickering with curiosity. They draw me in, softening the sharp edges of my fear, pulling me back into the present moment with a strange, calming intensity.

Carlene said. "Cockroaches are definitely scarier. Look, I'm developing goosebumps just talking about it," April said baring her arms and they moved closer to confirm. "Wow, you are a scaredy cat. I mean I get that I hate spiders but I'm not afraid of them to the point of developing goosebumps," Carlene said teasingly. "Oh my God! It's a spider!" April exclaimed, scrambling up in a rush, the others doing the same. Carlene was paralyzed in the position she sat in. She shut her eyes and let out a ear-deafening scream.

"I must congratulate both of you for the excellent understanding between each other. You require no words of expression and that is now becoming a problem to me. I guess I should imply stricter measures on her. "Don't ever dare that." Alex warned low but in a tone very easy to decipher the danger behind it yet the vampire ignored. "Hats off" he clapped and the next second he was standing right in front of Alexander with the same cruel scar in the middle of his forehead, body completely pasted in white. Anybody else would have trembled with fright at his deathly appearance and lost consciousness but Alex did not. Doesn't he have a skin or blood flowing inside his nerves. He walks and talks li

It was almost ticklish. I smiled, and pushed him away gently. I was shocked he let me go. “Seriously, you must like something. There is no man that doesn't like anything.” He went silent, his dark hair which was now slightly covering his eyes, added to the depth of darkness in his eyes making it more scary than it usually was. How can someone have such pretty ice blue eyes but still find a way to make look very scary. “C'mon,” I rolled my eyes. “Even the darkest psychos have some kind of hobbies.” I quickly raised a hand. “Killing people is not a hobby.”

she panicked. "They are werewolves." "Werewolves? But they don't look like your wolf." "All werewolves aren't alike." "They look scary and wild, while yours is different." "So how would you describe my wolf?" "Erm…I don't know" "Just say anything you think," He peeked at her before turning to the road almost immediately. "I think it's a combination of both cuteness and cruelty," She ruffled her hair while he only nodded his head and chuckled softly.