Scary Headlines Novels & Stories

Mrs Haward said with excitement. She quickly fetched her phone from her bag and went online. She smiled at the first news headline that was already posted; First headline: Fiona rape scandal an act of blackmail. Second headline: Great Host Fiona out to destroy. Mrs Haward was smiling ear to ear as she went through one headline after the other, moving from one media platform to another.

Hawthorne-Barnes Bloodline Confirmed! Is She Fit to Lead? Every headline screamed louder than the last, all arranged like a chorus of digital banshees on my screen. “Oh come on,” I muttered, scrolling. “Can’t I have one quiet day? One?” Blurry screenshots of me at the gala. Photos of me mid-blink. One terrifying image of me stuffing an entire canapé into my mouth like a gremlin. Where did they get that one? Who was the criminal responsible? But the worst headline, plastered across the most notorious gossip site, was:

I stared at the headline, a deep sense of dread slowly unfurling within me. Shock, confusion, and finally, curiosity warred for dominance as I tapped the link, opening the news page. Rominic's face was the first thing that greeted me, and the sight of it sent a jolt through my heart, a scornful sneer automatically curling my lips. Scrolling down, I began to read the article. Mercury Hot News was a well-known hub for celebrity gossip, their pages overflowing with salacious breaking news, whether positive or negative. I could only hope that this particular story would not fall into the latter category.

A couple of them. Her brow furrowed. “What is it?” Scott asked, concern creeping into his voice. Emily’s confusion deepened. “It’s you. You’re—trending.” Emily’s stomach dropped. On the screen, headlines blazed: “BILLIONAIRE SCOTT HUNTER ACCUSED OF MURDER” “HUNTER HEIR FACES TRIAL FOR POISONING DEATH” Scott sat up, his face going pale. He grabbed the phone from her hand. Emily watched his expression shift.

Base 221 and Base 641 condemn Base 177's judge as worse as Hitler. I frowned. All these headlines are so unreal in my mind, but I'm also interested in reading them. It feels like reading a sci-fi novel. "Hey." Kylian tapped my shoulder. I'm a bit shocked. He dissolved my attention. "What's up now?"

Attached to the message was a link and multiple scared emoji faces. I frowned, trying to figure out what Chelsea could’ve possibly sent that would warrant that many emojis. Even with Darick’s sharp eyes on me, I couldn’t resist opening the message and reading the article. As soon as I saw the headline, my heart plummeted to my feet and it felt like I could no longer breathe. ‘Just When You Thought You Were Safe, Vampires Are Taking Over New York!’

A man on a motorcycle was passing an eighteen-wheeled truck carrying sheet metal when one of the sheets shifted of and fell off the side of the lorry, neatly cutting off the motorcyclist's head. His headless body continued on its route, overtaking the truck. The truck driver saw the headless biker overtaking and immediately had a heart attack, severing his truck off the road into a ravine. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

she called out sharply. Startled by her mom's tone, Karen hurried over to her mother’s side, her curiosity piqued by the urgency in her voice. As she approached and focused on the TV, her jaw dropped to the floor in disbelief at the headlines flashing across the screen. She couldn't fathom what she was seeing, her heart racing as the shocking news unfolded. Karen's heart raced as her eyes scanned the screen, disbelief tightening her chest. The headline flashed again, clearer this time: ‘Billionaire Heir, Liam Danvers Accused of Sexual Assault.’

That put me right back on the front page every week in the tabloids. Above all, these headlines were the most important. "Golden Playboy Damian Hayes Leaves Exclusive Club in a Drunken Rage, Almost Runs Over Paparazzi." "Hayes Heir Spotted with Two Women, Again." Despite experiencing the most severe headache I have ever faced, I found myself smiling at the headlines They consistently portray it as more severe than it is, as if I've truly killed someone But the reality is, I simply had a late night Thursday at a bar. For me, it's giving an excessive amount of credence to brightly flashing bulbs, rumors, and overexaggerated reviews of drunken stupidity. Every headline makes me popular, untouch

The one that starts at my face and works outward and has never once been only about the baby even when we were both pretending it was. "Coffee," he says. Decaf, already made. I take it. "Rosamund?" I ask. "Not yet," he says. "Forty minutes." I look at the counter. The news alert from last night has become twelve news alerts. The story picked up overnight. Human media running with "supernatural conspiracy" in the way human media runs with things that are strange enough to generate clicks without being specific enough to require verification. Our names are not in it yet.