Scary Close Novels & Stories

a faint chuckle escaped my lips, "Oh baby, you have another thing coming for you," "You did not just threaten me," she glared at me."You don't know what I can do, Lena, and to a Sardinian girl, honey, you won't even find your bones." At that moment, I understood why people kill. The thought filling my head right now was so gory it was supposed to scare me, but I badly wanted to see it physically. My look must have completed the finishing touch; there was a new psychopath in town.

The past incidents have messed up my mind and thoughts and I know he tried to comfort me but he was the one who has scared and hit me and I am sure he won't think for a second before hitting or killing me. Just thinking about all the scary things he can do send a shiver run to my spine. I tried to hide into blankets but my movements didn't go unnoticed from his sharp eyes. A small smirk appeared on his face seeing me curling up scared of him. Why he likes scaring me. 'Oh, the kitten has wakened up ' his deep voice scared me more which lead me to curl up on the side of the bed. Giving me a last scary look. He took some large steps toward the other door That I recently found is the closest. As

That howl sent shivers down my spine. Terrified, I crawled faster with my scarred body. However, my movement was way too slow. I was soon surrounded by the strong smell of the Rogues. It was two brown male wolves. One of them had a long scar over its eye. Looking at me, they huffed and drooled. I tried to run away, but I struggled to even stand up. At that moment, the shadow of death enveloped me. I gasped heavily and closed my eyes as soon as they ran toward me.

came the nasally, chipper voice. She looked over to see Spencer standing way too close to her, grinning, his braces in her face, and his breath smelling like Salami. “We should like hang out more often!” He stood there, grinning, leaning in even closer until he was just inches away—and Scarlet finally turned her head away, revolted. She conspicuously bent over and gathered her books, and finally, to her relief, Spencer disappeared. Scarlet was even madder, wondering if Spencer had now also managed to scare Sage away.

came out and appears in front of her. "Arra...come to me. I've been waiting on you for so long," said the scary man with a deep voice. "Go away! Please, go away! Daddy! Help me!" she screamed so loud. Hoping that someone can hear her voice. Her body was shaking in fear as she silently chanting a prayer. A minute had passed and she didn't hear the voice again. She wants to open her eyes to check if the scary man was still there but she couldn't do it. Afraid that once she opens her eyes she will only discover that the man was still there and still staring at her with a creepy look.

I wasn’t used to anyone being this close. I could feel his body rub on mine as he held me tight. “You want me close,” he murmured. “But you’re scared.” “No, I don't." I replied, calmly. “Yes, you are. I can sense your heartbeat.” I turned my eyes away from his gaze. Was that one of his abilities? I wasn’t quite sure how he could sense that. Yes, I was scared of being close to a half human I knew nothing about. But wanting him close, he was exaggerating. Was he?

I warn, then remove her hand from my body. “I’m helping you get closer to my friend. Example: remember what happened to Skye? He was so brave that he wasn’t afraid of his real father, to hate Lance, that night; thankfully, I figured out a way to scare him. I made him watch that little kid a video of killing someone, and that’s when he became completely afraid of Lance, and you and Skye became even closer.”

Lucas was above him, one hand braced beside his head, the other gripping Jordy’s shoulder from instinct. Their faces were inches apart. Close enough for Jordy to feel his breath. Close enough to notice Lucas’s eyes were not cold at all up close—just sharp. For one strange suspended second, neither of them moved. Then voices sounded somewhere nearby. And Jordy realized exactly how this looked.

Layla scrambled back in terror, but it was too late. My claws ripped her dress, revealing the pale skin of her back. It was smooth. Flawless. There was no scar. And Myrna... Myrna had a hideous scar running from her left shoulder to her right hip. The scar I had touched a thousand times, but never once asked where it came from. "Moon Goddess," I collapsed. "What have I done?" "You regret it now?" Layla sat on the floor, her eyes filled with malicious glee. "It's too late, Clark. It's far too late."

his voice was almost exhausted. My heartbeat increased—I could almost hear it. It was a moment where I wished I could run or just disappear, but that was impossible now. My body froze as she got closer, my head bowed down a little, trying to escape her scary eyes piercing through me. “Heads up, maid!” Her sharp voice sliced through my panic. I swallowed hard and lifted my head. The moment our eyes met, she was in shock. Her eyes went wide open like she was in shock. For a split second, she looked like she had seen a ghost.