Scary Close Novels & Stories

Jace spinned the bottle and it pointed at Stacey "Truth or dare"he asked "Truth" she replied "You should have chosen dare, any way let me ask you.....do you have a crush " he asked "Nope I don't " she said "Boring ass" Erick said, Stacey glared at him "Ok...Whitney it's your turn" Jace said I spinned the bottle and it pointed to Jack "Truth or dare" I asked "Dare" he replied. I grinned as a mischievous dare hit me

Anyone else would have carted her off to the mental ward by now. He was just so understanding and a comfort in what seemed her darkest moments. “There was never much to tell until today.The first time I honestly thought it was a hallucination,but after everything else that’s happened…and Marcus told me what happened to Polly.Ethan,I'm scared.” She felt his grip tighten,the warmth of his closeness sending her mind spinning towards another wicked train of thought.The desire he could so easily awaken in her was astounding.

I couldn't help but drool. Furthermore, he was so tall, and had broad shoulders. His stomach was six packed, and hairy as well. But looking at me, I looked like an ant right in front of him. He had no single smile or softness ok his face. Okay! To put words together, he looked scary! He turned the light off again. He walked closer to me, and I stepped backwards slowly in fear. My heart was racing so fast. Oh God!, I just hope I won't give up an f****** ghost tonight. He continued walking closer to me, and I kept stepping backwards.

He continued to walk closer to me. “Stop! Don’t come closer! That’s the closest distance you should be!” I shouted at him. He seemed shocked at first at my guts to shout and tell him that, but it was replaced by an amazed and sarcastic at the same time look. “What will you do if I come closer? Huh?” He said sarcastically and then took 4 steps closer to me. My heart is beating so fast! I’m so scared now! Why would you have to scare me to death like this!

His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

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 Anthony Scarfo. The world seems to slow down into a terrifying, frame-by-frame nightmare. My vision blurs with pure fear, and I nearly trip over the hem of my own dress as I violently tear my eyes away, laser-focusing on the empty seat next to Julian. I sprint the last few steps, dropping into the cushion as if it’s a life raft.

He was standing in the middle of my living room, hands in his pockets, jaw tight in that controlled way I was starting to recognize too easily. “He stood too close,” I said. “Touched my hand. Said something about meaning it personally.” I exhaled. “Nothing I can point to. Nothing that would sound like anything if I said it out loud.” Nate didn’t respond immediately. He just looked at me. “But it felt like something,” he said quietly. “Yes.” His jaw tightened further. He crossed the room slowly and stopped in front of me. Not touching. Just close. “You don’t have to manage it alone,” he said.

POV: MELISA The air grows colder when he's close. My skin crawls with every silent breath he takes behind me. And I can't stop the fear in my mind, the constant, gnawing thought… What if I die tonight? What if he finally breaks, and I become just another secret buried in his madness? His boots hitting the floor like war drums echoing through the halls. His voice guttural, enraged, broken.

She ran again, screaming for help. --- Katrina’s vision snapped back. Her breathing became uneven. It was too fast and too shallow. The room felt like it was closing in. She couldn’t breathe. Her chest tightened painfully. Air wouldn’t go in. Her hands began to shake uncontrollably. Paul stepped closer, studying her reaction with cold amusement. “Are you happy to see me?” he asked softly. Her lungs burned. He crouched down in front of her. “You made me go to prison,” he continued, his voice darkening.