Scary Close Novels & Stories

They were midway across the path, in front of a cemetery when suddenly graves started opening. "What is going on?" Isabella asked, clutching onto Chris tightly. Chris was suddenly sweating so furiously but Ariel was cool and her face was blank and devoid of any emotions. They stood there watching six tombs open and six scary-looking ghosts walked out. Isabella was already whitish in appearance knowing who they are. Chris's hairs were all up and his eyes green, his normal sight nature. "GREETINGS TO THE SPECIAL ONE." One of them muttered. "GREETINGS TO THE LITTLE GODDESS." Another muttered.

They all fell on their knees without a word. Scoffing, he dipped his palms into his pant pockets. “Scar!” A man dressed in complete black stepped forward from behind, “Yes Boss.” “Lock them up. Make sure none get even a drop of water until my son is found.” “Yes Boss.” Scar turned his gaze to the six kneeling men and immediately, they got on their feet and followed him without a struggle. Lauren carefully parked the bike in its designated corner with a sigh. She was done with her last job for the day—home delivery.

She's a woman of ambition, drive, and fierce passion. "How are you, Jack?" Vanessa asked without looking at him. "I'm doing great, Ms. Van Heim," Jack responded confidently. "Good, sit down." Vanessa turned around to face him. Jack suddenly felt like he is sweating badly. She is wearing a tight, blood-red plunging neckline. Vanessa smirked when she saw how Jack looks at her. Jack noticed it, so he tried to look away. But no matter how hard he tries, Vanessa's revealing dress kept calling for his attention.

Like👍 before reading please. . 💔Hidden Scars💔 (Pain within😭) . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . . 😍Episode 17😍 . . 😎Reece😎 "And if I see you near her, i'll kill you, got that?". I threatened them. The group of football jocks in Haven High. "Alright Carter, we got it". Their stupid captain said. I watched as they left the party, good.

Sally scoffed. "Whatever?" I scoffed too and made my gaze back to him, his lips parted "Yes, what?" Rupert growls, bending down closer to my face, and his scary face was just an inch to my face, what is he doing, is he trying to scare me, his face is really scary when it's so close and I know I should be afraid, but something deep within me tells me not to fear this silly old man that is in front of me, trying to scare me with his face, what is thinking that everyone will cower at his sight, fine, I know his sight is something that could make other wolf cower but this stubborn she-wolf in front of him never

, "S-STAY AWAY F-FROM ME, D-DON'T COME C-CLOSER!!" Listening to Marilyn's frightened scream Xavier felt his heart sink in his chest and his brain spin in lightning speed, this was a new feeling for him , he was worried, he was scared ..... scared for someone else for the first time in his life, his mind wanders thousands of scenarios of what could be happening behind this closed door and none of them had anything positivity in them...... before he could understand anything, his body worked on it's own and he found him breaking the door and burst in that room.

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.

His muscular wolf frame oozes out power, his gray hair and scars that adorn his face and body, are a testament to the battles he has fought and won. His presence alone fills me with a primal fear, as if I have stumbled upon a predator in the midst of its hunt. As he closes the distance between us, each step knowing and resolute, my body freezes in place. The fear that courses through my veins paralyzes me, making me incapable of rational thought. I can feel the tremors coursing through my limbs, my muscles betraying me in the face of this scary person.

He didn’t want her to look up at him like that, as though he was the only one who could protect her. “I could kill you anyway,” he hissed, but his hand loosened and dropped to her collarbone. Scar shivered again, her pupils dilating. Was she… turned on by the threat? But no… their bodies were so very close. Her breasts brushed against his chest. Was this arousal or fear? “I don’t think you will,” Scar blurted. “I don’t think you’ll hurt me. You don’t seem like that sort of a person.”

Scary, terrifying. “What the fuckn hell is your fuckn problem?!” he screamed that startled me and I jumped slightly. When I saw him step closer to me, I stepped back towards him. My whole body hair stood on end in fear. I also hugged myself and closed my eyes. I don’t want to see him. I’m scared. I feel like every time he looks at me like that, he’s going to do something bad on me. “One more step away from me. Prepare yourself because you won’t like what I do to you.”