Scary Numbers Novels & Stories

His body started trembling, and he was utterly terrified. Linda inched closer to Scar Number One. Seeing how Linda was approaching him, Scar Number One felt as if an evil spirit was about to take his life away. "Don't come near me. Ah! Ah!" Before Linda could step toward him, Scar Number One was already so scared that he was screaming. Lucas smiled faintly thinking how human nature was. Swoosh! Following a horrifying sword aura attack that appeared before the crowd, Scar Number One parted from the world for good.

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?.

Then suddenly— Her hands began shaking. 💔 Every page contained the same drawing. Again. And again. And again. 👁️ A silver eye. Hundreds of times. Drawn in different sizes. Different styles. Different angles. But always the same eye. 🌙 Aaira turned another page. Then another. Then another. And her fear grew. Because beside the eye, there was always a number. 3:13 😱 Every drawing. Every page. Every symbol. 3:13. 💀 ⸻

My boyfriend said he had been connected to a system that let him see how much other people needed him. The first thing he did was ask me with tears in his eyes, "Your number is only 30. Don't you love me?" I told him, "Just because I don't depend on you doesn't mean I don't love you." After that, whenever it rained, he would hold an umbrella over his secretary and even drive out of his way to take her home. When I asked him about it, he would say, "Don't overthink it. Her number is high, so I know she needs my help." One day, I was sick and stuck in bed, but he chose to go shopping with his secretary. "Your number is low, but she's in more urgent need of me. I'll go shopping with her first,

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

Ann replied. “ I became your friend before she became your acquaintance, so you should definitely take mine too” Richard said. “Although you bullied me into becoming friends with you, I guess I could take yours too” Ann smirked. “ Wow, I hope you haven't forgotten who you are speaking to” Richard said. “ How can I forget a friend?” Ann said with sarcasm. “ Why do I get this scary feeling that I just walked into a sinking sand?” Richard said faking a shiver.

I still have my grievance over that! "They are overprice everything! They are really corrupt in the ghost market! Especially that one bad nurse named Cathy, she was the scariest and ruthless of them all." Yes, Nurse Cathy. I still have a grudge against you for being ruthless to me. Your treatment was frightening. "So we have to be careful." Rica nodded. She seemed unfazed by what I said. "Do you really understand what I said?" I doubted her hearing. Rica rolled her eyes. "I've been wandering aimlessly and I've seen scarier things. Actually, not only the dead are the scary ones even the living too."

“F''f''four. '' Hiccup. I close my eyes with another swipe, my moan getting louder. '' Count! Remember that if you make a mistake... '' C''c''c''c''cinco. '' Very good. Another blow comes and the tears don't stop falling. “S''s''s''s''six. “Good girl, keep counting. Please stop! “S''s''s''s''s''seven. '' I can't control the crying, the pain only increases more and more. “O''o''o''o''o''eight.” My body is gripped by the tremors and I feel like I'm going to collapse on the bed. “N''n''n''n''nine. '' I scream, no longer supporting it, and fall, in a dramatic scene.

What used to be solid metal walls had now opened up to reveal three ancient black doors. Each door had a row of heart-shaped locks, the number varying from one to four. Mine had four locks. The student girl, Susie, had one. The fitness coach, Finn, had two. I already had a bad feeling about what this meant. Each door bore the player’s name and their Terror Index. Mine read: Nina – Terror: 0 The girl’s: Susie – Terror: 99.9 The coach’s: Finn– Terror: 90 They both turned to stare at me, shocked and confused, as if wondering how on earth I had kept my terror level at zero.

I cried and Mom hugged me again "Lemme teach you a trick" she said "Whenever you are scared, count from 1 to 7" she said "1 to 7?" "Yes, count from 1 to 7 and repeat the counts 7 times, when you finish counting, I promise help will always find you" she said "Really?" I asked and she nodded "But why do I need to repeat the count 7 times?" "Because 7 represents the extraordinary sweetheart, 7 is a lucky number so whenever you are scared, do as I've said and your guardian angel will find you and protect you" she said and I nodded