Scary Headlines Novels & Stories

calls from Gerald, unread messages from former board members, headlines flashing in bold capital letters: "PRESCOTT CORPORATION FACES CRISIS: FINANCIAL IRREGULARITIES, CEO MISSING IN ACTION." Another headline followed. "ELLIOT PRESCOTT ABANDONS COMPANY AMID CONTROVERSY—CAN THE FAMILY DYNASTY SURVIVE?" My jaw clenched. They made it sound like I had disappeared, like I had run away and left the company to burn. As if my departure wasn’t my own damn choice. I knew Gerald well enough to understand that a scandal of this magnitude wouldn’t have made headlines unless he wanted it to.

As I scrolled through the headlines, one in particular caught my eye: "Bombing Suspect Captured" My heart skipped a beat as I clicked on the article. The image that accompanied the headline was chaotic — crowds of reporters, flashing cameras, and the suspect being escorted into a police van. The scene was a complete mess, with reporters jostling to get a statement, their microphones shoved into the faces of the police officers and the suspect.

It had been four days since the article came out, and instead of dying down like most media nonsense, it had spread like gasoline fire. Every gossip blog now has its own version. Some were even in more dramatic versions. Outrightly ridiculous! One headline had actually read: “The Billionaire Scientist With Secrets Too Dangerous to Reveal?” Idiots. I leaned back slightly in my chair, studying Felicia for a brief second. Unlike most people who brought up the issue lately, she didn’t look curious. Or entertained. Just analytical. “What do you think I should do?” I asked. Her brows lifted slightly, probably surprised I was even asking.

Roselyn POV The first headline broke at 8:12 a.m. By 8:20— There were dozens. By 9:00— It was everywhere. The Story They Told “HEIRESS UNDER SCRUTINY: QUESTIONS SURROUND FAMILY TRAGEDY.” “INHERITANCE LINKED TO SUSPICIOUS DEATHS.” “OLD CASE REOPENS—DID SOMEONE BENEFIT?” I stared at the screen, unmoving. Not surprised.

As she scrolled through the app, she came across posts from different blogs, all their headlines seemingly talking about the same thing. “Businessman Adam has been arrested for murder, money laundering, assault, amongst other crimes.” “Heiress, Ashley, says family tried to kill her.” “Story about Ashley, who conquered death.” Really? Karen scoffed loudly at the absurdity of the headline. She hastily threw her belongings into a bag, her mind still racing with the news of Adam's arrest. She knew she was next, and she had to get out - fast. Especially since she knew her pussy of a husband would rat her out at the slightest chance he got.

They can’t bring you down. Scarlet’s pulse quickened. She clicked on T*****r, her name sitting at the top of the trending list. Then, she saw the headlines. "Scarlet Sinclair Turns Back on Family in Their Time of Need!" "EXPOSED: Scarlet’s Cold Dismissal of Her Own Parents—Leaked Texts & Messages Inside!" "Heartless? Former It-Girl Scarlet Sinclair Abandons Struggling Family While Living Lavishly!" Scarlet’s blood ran cold. Her throat constricted when she opened the article.

The next headline hit me like a punch to the stomach: “Daniel Jenkins found dead near the river by his house.” My eyes widened so fast it stung. Fucking hell. The words blurred. My chest tightened until I could barely breathe, a cold, heavy weight crushing my lungs. I kept scrolling, fingers numb, and another article appeared right below it. “Blackridge Media headquarters catches fire, entire building burns to the ground.” Oh my God.

Brown exhausted eyes went to the vintage old clock of the large hall which told it was past five in the evening. Time to go home. Stacy's fingers took speed, eyes moving on the paper as she edited the last sample of the news which would be the next day's headline of a local newspaper, 'Cityscape'. 'Unknown Murders in The City' was the headline that her fifty-seven years old employer, Mr Wallace suggested. The old man had some weird headings but people wouldn't care as long as they got some topics to hold a conversation about.

The news hit before sunrise. My tablet wouldn’t stop buzzing with alerts, notifications stacking like falling debris. Even half-awake, I could see the headlines screaming Richard’s name in every possible permutation: “Alpha King Detached and Dangerous?” “Richard’s Empire of Silence” “Where’s the Transparency? Allies Demand Answers.”

My hands trembled slightly as I clicked on the article, my heart pounding in my chest. Leaning back in my chair, I tried to steady myself, but the article’s contents were even worse than the headline. They had gone too far this time, dragging her name through the mud without a second thought. My jaw tightened as I skimmed the paragraphs, each one filled with assumptions and lies. How could they write something like this? Did the truth mean nothing anymore? “Sara Brown: Hollywood’s New Villain.” “From Starlet to Scandal.” Every headline felt like a slap in the face. I clenched the tablet tighter, scrolling through the vile words written about Sara. Each sentence felt like it had been dipped i