Scary But Cute Novels & Stories

She quickly met glowing fierce grey eyes and a terrifying glare. A male with greyish-white hair and sharp canines. Airing out a dark hiss at her, Scarlett screamed—beyond afraid. -END-

It's almost not obvious except you look closely. With his eyes closed, he looked peaceful and not as scary as he did before. My hands itched to reach out and feel his face, run my hands through his hair. I shuddered. What are these thoughts?? I couldn't possibly be attracted to him. I mean he has a cute non killing sleeping face, a scar that gives his face a type of ruggedness, a very deep voice that makes my knees weak and I wouldn't mind listening to all day.

“He doesn’t care about money. Or even winning. He just likes watching.” The room goes silent. A cold prickle runs down my spine. Around me, the others exchange glances, their postures shifting. No one speaks, but I can feel the unease settling like a thick fog. I try to keep my body loose and relaxed as I walk over to Scarlett, crouching beside her and gently tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Her small fingers clutch one of her stuffed animals, a well-loved unicorn with matted fur. “What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask softly. “Who likes to watch what?” She shrugs, not looking up. “The man you’re talking about. He likes seeing what people do when they’re scared. He has a room where he mak

So far it went a little like this… Soren. Score: 879. Hair, smile, tats, tongue bar, artistic, funny, nice chest, good hugs. Cool shoes. Dimples. Nerdy-chic. I opened my overnight bag and pulled out my satin slip. Tongue bar. That was worth at least a hundred points on its own. Max. Score: 001. Good wine picker. Scrap that. Max. Score: 002. Good wine picker. Scary hot. Is scary hot even a thing? I pictured Max’s looming muscular frame, his hard jaw. Chiselled from steel and softened to perfection with goat’s milk and the tears of young virgins. That’s how I imagined him. Yes, scary hot was a thing.

“Don’t disrespect our alpha’s companera, I won’t tolerate it, and neither will he. Don’t make me mad, Chica, I don’t like when I get mad.” Meadow is by far the scariest femme I have ever come across and I don’t know why she’s unnerving me so much, because she seems pretty sane on the surface. It’s just, she has an aura that screams ‘certified psycho’ and every single time she moves, I flinch internally, getting antsier by the second as she stands so close to me.

I asked, horrified. “No baby he won’t hurt you or any of us. He’s a very friendly vampire, we’re not afraid of him,” she said. She finished my hair and pulled me in to hug her, it was almost bedtime and she was going to read me a story! “My mind tells me to be afraid of him, but you say he’s not scary. Just his smell scares me, I don’t like it,” I whined. “I know it’s very confusing Sunny but mommy and daddy wouldn’t put you in any danger. You trust us right,” she said, stroking my hand.

Anxious anticipation mingled with dread as I approached, my curiosity warring with a growing sense of unease. With each step closer, my heart hammered in my chest, and a sense of impending horror gripped me. Inside the transparent enclosure, I saw shapes that made my stomach churn and my skin crawl. They were once human beings, transformed through an experiment they never consented to. The mutation had distorted them into grotesque creatures that resembled the mythical werewolves of old tales. Their bodies were covered in thick, matted fur, their muscles bulging with unnatural strength. Their eyes, once filled with humanity, now glowed with an unsettling, feral light.

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

She looks furious now. "Or else! I'll start digging on the dirt and ready your coffin," she threatened me with a mischievous death glare. I gulped. Why do I feel like she's more scarier than a ghost? Or maybe deep down her mind, she's already burrying me alive to death inside my coffin. "You're scarier than Pennywise," I just said. She chuckled but instantly stopped. It's amazing how girls can change their moods so sudden. Wait. Tiger used to do that. Is Mr. Tiger, my butler, a girl?

SCARLETT is 5'5" tall, with a slim-fit and covertly sexy girl. She has fish like eyes which are deep ocean blue in color with thick and long eye-lashes. Although she is slim, yet her cheeks are somewhat chubbier, which makes her look cute. Her neck is way too slender and looks so smooth that her skin looks shiny underneath her clothes. The most beautiful part of her body is her hairs which are waist length, way too thick, shiny, silky somewhat wavy and slight brown with a tinge of bluish color with extra smoothness. She doesn't believe in the mystical creatures like vampires, werewolves, charmers, witches, snakes , shape-Shifters etc. She believes that people create fantasies to satisfy the