Scary Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Let's not talk about death when I binged watch a ton of scary movies last night. I swear I couldn't wake up to pee last night, there were eyes everywhere," His words made me roll my eyes. Scary movies and Colby weren't a good combination. I was just surprised he hadn't disturbed my sleep by calling and saying Chucky was outside his window this time around. "Did we not talk about this last time Colby? Scary movies aren't your thing. Try some drama series." I sighed. "If I watch drama series I'd basically be manifesting drama into my subconscious mind." He whined. I look at him with a raised brow.

Razor rubbed his thumb gently and understandingly over Malia's hand, trying to soothe her as tears began to build in her emerald eyes. Scar straddled his bike whilst he sucked desperately on a cigarette. His anxiety was getting the best of him. He found himself fidgeting and subtly bouncing his knee trying to ease his train wreck of a head. It wasn't that he was scared, Scar wasn't scared of anything, he was just nervous that he would lose control in a place that wouldn't understand him. He would never hurt anyone without reason, except when he falls into the black abyss of his own loneliness, anxiety and tragic history.

He said in polite manner but mixed in frightened tone. "He want me to comeback?" He laughed sarcastically. "Tell them!" Jae Gray said in serious tone that made anyone in front of him trembled in fear. "I'll come and settle the matters on the right time!" He said coldly. "If ever he sends you again after me I will kill anyone of you" he added, and murderous aura was emitting to his while body. Then he stoods up, and walked away without turning his back. As soon as Jae Gray left, the uneasiness felt by the leader of the men's in black suit faded away, the pressure he felt in front of him earlier was too frightening.

She pleaded and hastily reached the exit almost slipping on her legs when the vampire stopped her. "Clean your face. Anxiety is written all over it. Nobody should know what happened to you. Else..." He left his words hanging churning her insides with terror. Amara didn't want him to continue. She quickly made a 'u' turn to the washroom and washed her face hurriedly with soap and water. Amara was heaving almost going out of breath. Just as she was about to enter the exit, the beast stopped her again. "Remember one wrong step or a doubtful question by your relatives perceiving your anxious features, the owner of the voice will be killed right in front of your eyes." The beast intimidated peri

“Eat more you need to regain more flesh you look pale,like a vampire” Aria said adding more food to her plate. “I would prefer a zoombie”scar answered as their eyes met,a shiver ran down Aria's spine gosh she can never get used to this cold gaze. scar froze as a sharp pain tore through her abdomen,accompanied by a splitting headache,she gasped one hand on her abdomen another on her head as she slowly slide to the floor. “Fight,fight,fight,fight”the chants grew they wanted blood she'll give them a free show,she studied her opponent,first law of winning is understanding your enemy,you should know them as much as you know yourself to be able to predict their next move.

Scar responded with a hint of sarcasm in his voice. "What do you want?" Len asked, her patience wearing thin. "I just want to enjoy your delightful company," Scar smirked, fully aware that his words would irritate her to no end. "You're just so...ugh!" Len clenched her teeth and balled her hands into fists until her knuckles turned pale. Scar, the sadistic soul that he was, reveled in the spectacle while savoring the taste of wine in his hand. "Are you afraid of me?" he inquired, raising an eyebrow and approaching her with a mischievous smile plastered on his face.

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?.

“You smell… nice.” I’m scared.

“But he is scary, right?” Taylor clarified. “Yeah, he can be a little bossy too - definitely scary,” Charlie repeated. “Scary. Scary isn’t good, Charlie,” Taylor described. “Can you imagine liking someone scary? It’s like adopting a pet cobra and hoping it cuddles you at night.” "That’s like crushing on a serial killer and thinking, ‘Oh, he’s just passionate about it’ -” “Stop! He is not a serial killer. He is just really serious, strict, and a bit scary!” Charlie objected.

Scar cries so hard that her voice becomes hoarse, only to freeze in shock when she watched a food land brutally on Sebastian’s hand holding the bat. “Stop It!” Scar bursts into a frantic shout, “I’ll kill you! I’ll fucking kill you!” The driver laughs at her: “Kill us? Is death the worst threat you can throw, little girl? Is that what you fear the most? There are much more you should be afraid of.” Scar shakes her head, sliding down against the door as desperation grabs her. Her whole world filled with the sound of punches, kicks, and the suppressed groan of the man who is keeping up a safe little fortress for her.