Scary Mary Book Novels & Stories

The lake had tiny waves dancing on the surfaces, the birds were flying and there was a serene relaxation as the wind blew through the chimes. Jasper eventually closed the book, it was a slow movement as he gently placed it together and put it on the bench next to him. ”I know who wrote it,” he said. ”Who?” ”My great-great-grandmother. She lived in a little village with her parents and siblings. She met the love of her life and they had two children, a daughter, and a son. Her name was Mary, she had a premonition one day, she knew the risks her family would face if she chose to tell the others in her village. It was an attack by the creatures who haunted them, she saw how they burnt the house

I watched the shadows drag her partially out of the stolen flesh, a screaming shape of smoke suspended between worlds, and Darien’s claws closed around her. Eyera screamed. The sound bent the air, inhuman, a frequency that made the flames shudder. The scream rose and rose as the shadows constricted, crushing, compressing, until the writhing darkness collapsed in on itself like a dying star. Then, silence. Even the fire seemed to hold its breath. Mary’s body crumpled to the floor, empty in a way it had never been empty before, and dissolved. Not burning. Dissolving, breaking apart into ash and drifting upward into the smoke, the last physical remnant of my sister finally, truly gone.

Something wasn’t right. “I…um…Mary!” I came up with as much of a convincing lie I could at such a situation. “She was reading this new book…you know how she likes all creepy stuff…” I laughed awkwardly to make it sound believing while my heart sped up a mile a minute. “But why did you sound so scared?”

He looked me up and down, his eyes dripping with pure lust. “Well, look what we have here,” the younger man purred. “Who is that?” I hissed to Mary, trying to shrink behind her. “He’s a monster,” Mary whispered, her voice laced with deep trauma. “Whatever you do, never let him catch you alone. That’s Cain.” “Is he dangerous?” “Very,” Mary said, her eyes welling with tears. “He... he forces himself on anyone who works here. Including me.” My breath hitched. “What?!”

I went up to the bedroom and I kept the invitation and the document in a drawer that had a lock I finally managed to take my shower but the image that kept coming to my mind was of Mary dressed in her babydoll. I was getting scared, I couldn't get the image of this woman out of my head.

•Authoress Kamara Library . 😎Reece😎 "Nope, not good". I muttered as I flipped through my big book of pranks. And in case you are wondering, yes I have a big book of pranks. Awesome, i know right. A knock sounded on the door. "Don't come in". The door opened and Harley walked in. "I literally said do not come in". "Like I care". She replied with an eye roll. I dropped the book. "You know, just because you live across the street doesn't mean you can drop in my room anytime you like".

I needed to run upstairs to the bathroom immediately to calm my body down and relieve myself before anyone noticed. I started to push myself off the armchair, but right as I stood, a hand reached from behind and snatched the paperback right out of my fingers. "Well, well, well! Look at what we have here!" Mary’s voice burst out in a loud, teasing squeal. "Mary!" I gasped, my eyes widening in pure horror as I tried to grab it back.

I had Dora do some of her magic to see if this was legit and not just some or another scam like a few of these have been, but to my amazement, it turned out to be true. I guess it's true what they say about not judging a book by its cover. Stopping halfway for food, snacks, and bathroom breaks was necessary, but I felt so bad for having to wake up Mary. She was sleeping so peacefully, clutching her teddy bear and her pillow close to her chest like she used to do with her blanky and the teddy when she was younger. She was really growing up in circumstances that I never would have wanted for her, but I'm hoping and praying that the moon goddess's plan that is already in play will be favorable

I took a deep breath and resisted the urge to turn around. I had the urge in my thoughts to tell me to speak to him. I pulled back, wondering if I could recognize the face I was seeing. I have probably met the particular physical being I'm seeing right now. Carefully, remembering that drilled into my head, even trying to recall all past events that had happened in my life. Nearly anxious, I turned to the right, and rapidly I opened my mouth.” “Do I know you before” I said. He was surprised by the question I asked. He kept quiet, and after a few seconds he said, are you ‘Mary’.

She's too light, it doesn't even feel like I'm holding a body, he thinks and starts to walk back to the base. She punches his bare back and the faint blows are like tickling to him, but what's really making him angry are her screams. To make her stop it, he slaps her hard on her ass. She startles and shuts up immediately feeling her cheeks burn. The coachman is no longer there. Mary already took the supplies and sent him away. The smell of piss and fear are still impregnating the place. Mary even wondered if there was a wolf stealing the carriage, especially in the Murderer hometown. Even if her brain imagined several answers, for sure, she would never have imagined that the wolf was the fem