Scary Letters Novels & Stories

The sudden brightness in the room made Raelynn to scrunch her eyes and when she got adjusted to it, she glared at her friend. "Are you trying to scare me now?" He asked her as he looked at her innocently. "What do you think?" She scoffed. Her expression changed when she noticed the letter in Laurier's hands and she became serious at once. "What's that?" "The Lord has sent us a letter. I presume it's something urgent." "Did you read it?" "No. I didn't want to get killed for not handing it over to you." "I appreciate your thinking." With that, Raelynn took the letter from him and started to go through it. Gradually, her expression changed to horror and finally, it settled on anger.

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 17✨ . . 💋Harley💋 "Harley, you sure you fine going in there alone?". "Lionel. I'm fine". I reassured him. "I just don't trust that Gael guy".

They habour more and greater rage. Seems his rage with every passing second heightens. How in the world do I escape and get off his bondage?. Shivering, I slowly and gradually stare up his face. They're reddened and blaze more. Equally red as a human blood. I gasp then return my gaze to the floor. This really is bad. This is fucking bad. Am really, really, really done. No f**king two ways about it. How can one be highly cute but this scary?.

Warning: Strong Language and a little bit of r-18. SPG .... “Moli, so, why did he sent the invitation to you? I mean, he could send it to me, you know,” I said to her while I was walking back and forth. We're currently on Skype. “Girl, you did not accept his friend request on your F******k and on I*******m too,” Moli rolled her eyes on me. “Anyway, why are you anxious?”

I swallow thickly, blinking away the fog of icy cold fear that skates along my skin as I scan the letter. I hope this letter finds you well, Scarlet. I so would have preferred to have this conversation face to face, but it seems that mate of yours has gotten in the way. I inhale sharply at the four letter word that stops my heart, going back to narrow my focus on it, as though if I stare at it enough it might just change. Oh I wish I could see the look on your face as you read this. See, it would be so much more fun to have this talk in person. And to top that off, you managed to injure two of my favorite betas.

More like creepy stalker. The new box is long and slim but no less frightening. My name is printed in bold black letters this time, not the same scrawled sharpie writing from the other boxes. Actually, each of the times my name was written was different. The first one had thin, shaky writing. The second had loopy, almost cursive writing. The third had thin, neat writing.

His Luna had already seen the bloody letter, and he could feel the air in the room shift, growing thick and suffocating. “What is that?” Samara asked again with a shaky voice, making him feel her vulnerability. Her eyes were fixed on the letter, and there was fear in them that made his heart pound. They stared at each other for a moment, both pairs of eyes reflecting uncertainty and vulnerability. The silence grew heavier until Alpha Shawn decided to break it. Swallowing hard, he muttered, “A. . . A lame threat. Nothing else.” He gave her a tight smile and crumpled the paper, still looking at Samara. The paper felt heavy in his hand.

Having people tell us that the Sicilian Alpha families were scary as fuck is very, VERY fucking different than feeling it for myself. It was all good at first. Then, Alpha Alec, I don’t know what he did, but that aura of his is scary as fuck. I’ve met my share of Alphas, and being the son of one, none of them have ever put out an aura that intense, least of all with so little effort. And now I have to get in a car with this guy?

The kind of thing meant to impress, to scare. The handwriting was hers. Fancy and perfect, every letter made with the careful skill of someone taught to write beautifully. But the message? It was short. Three lines. I read it once. Then again. Then a third time, hoping the words would somehow change, they would mean something different from what they clearly said. My fingers started to shake. I handed the letter to Draven without saying anything, not trusting my voice. He read it out loud, his voice flat and careful. "To the High Alpha and your Luna in waiting,"

******************** ALEXA I was scrolling through I*******m when I suddenly froze. My heart raced. Fear. Shock. Anger. What the actual fuck?