Scary Man Novels & Stories

But soon, she would understand the consequences of being miserly. One day, while Greta was mocking me as usual, Hilda gleefully watched on. She walked into the living room with a glass of water to keep her throat hydrated. However, her movements were cautious, and she shuffled around nervously. As she was about to sit down, I suddenly shouted, "Ah!" Startled, she plopped down onto the chair, and there was a loud popping sound. Hilda let out an ear-piercing scream. Trembling, she glanced downward and saw that her pants were completely soaked. Her eyes rolled back into her head, and she fainted on the spot.

His raspy voice barely echoed above the loud music when he spoke to me, “You must be Alessandra Scavelli, right?” “Yes, I am,” I replied, swallowing hard as I nodded. For some reason, this man in front of me gave me the creeps but I tried not to let not to let it show. Strength was everything in this world, because the wolves in this game wouldn't hesitate to chew and spit you out once they discovered you were a sheep. The man slowly climbed out of the pool, revealing his naked body, but never taking his eyes off me. I immediately turned away once I saw his proud, jutting cock but the thin, jagged scar across his stomach did not go unnoticed.

cause she couldn't even move her tongue. The hard voice of the scary man... could still resound in her ears. "Five Million Dollars?!" T. B. C

As the man stepped into the light, what she saw sent a chill down her spine. Before her stood the most scary figure she had ever seen. He wore a mask carved from wood, apparently, it was carved in the shape of a bull dog smiling ghost-like, he was clad in black camouflage trousers and turtleneck, pinned to his slim torso was a small dagger. The man's six-foot-seven frame stood erect, illuminated in a god-like fashion. Funke's eyes twinkled with fear, the masked man saw this and chuckled. "You don't hear Yoruba?" He asked.

Rhodia asked in a stuttering voice, for some reason she felt the figure approaching her is very scary. The man grinned, displaying his long, sharp canines. "You really are a demon-hearted woman..." The man said with a scary smile. "W.. what do you want?" Rhodia took a few steps back, she is scared at this point. She can indeed defend herself, she can use all weapons well... but she knows the man in front of her is not her opponent. She can die in one hit.

“Wait, how?” “Duh, girl? He's the friend I'm talking about! The one who owns half of this resort,” he explained as my eyes widely opened in shock. “Is… is that real?” I asked the green-eyed guy. “Yup, Caleb Silva at your service, ma'am,” the guy smirked as I turned my back on them. What the actual fuck was that? Am I dreaming? Oh, goodness gracious! How many times do I have to humiliate myself in front of that guy? Just great, Agatha!

She falls to the ground in fright while Ryder grabs the man’s head and smashes his head against a wall. Scarlett’s eyes widen in shock as blood splatters out of the man’s skull. Ryder’s eyes are emotionless as he lets go of the dead man. His cold gaze meets her scared ones and for the first time, she sees his ruthlessness. And for the first time, she’s scared of him. He rises to his feet as the crowd disperses. They’ve had enough entertainment for that day. A dead man is not exciting to them anymore but Scarlett can’t rip her eyes off of Ryder. Only one thought comes to her mind as Ryder comes nearer. He’s a monster. A beautiful and deadly monster.

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.

Diane and I both turned around once we heard someone speak. Diane stepped backwards when she saw the person so I got confused. It was a man. And scar was all over his face. He is not that tall but his body was built fine and strong. "Y-you…" Diane's eyes were like a dagger, she's looking intently at this man. However, she seems nervous. I kept my mind focused on him, I won't let him do something inappropriate especially to her. He grinned, and it was so creepy. "We met again, my little fox." Something was wrong, who is he?

The light was turned on and there stood the most scary men she had ever seen in her twenty three years. The first man was a tall well built man,brown eyes, short black hair, cracked lips and pale skin. He had tattoos all over his body and looked like he was in his mid twenties. He wore a blue muscle shirt with a black jeans. The second man was skinny, shorter than the first man, really arrogant you can get that from his aura. A scar covered his right eye, he had brown skin and a bald head. The third man was huge like a wrestler, bald headed too, blue eyes, a mustache and gold teeth. He looked like he was in his thirties. They just stood there staring saying and nothing to her, and the secon