Scary Phone Numbers Novels & Stories

WARNING: THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SCENES. 18+ CONTENTS: ......... Isabella breathed out as she stare at the man in front of her with a scary smirk on his face. He step closer to her and roughly grabbed her by her waist leaving sloppy on her face. Her body began shaking as his breath aerify her neck. He bent down to her level, placing his mouth on her ear. "Instead of becoming a to pay off your uncle's dept," he paused while staring at her lips with pure lust dancing in his eyes. Isabella look scared, no matter how much she want to braze herself, she failed miserably as she waited for him to complete his statement. "I want you to become my slave, what do you think about that?" He asked in enthusiastic while on her neck. **** Isabella Grayson is an innocent, pure hearted and beautifully twenty one years old girl. She lost her parents at a tender age of twelve and was forced to move in with her uncle, a reckless gambler. Instead of loving and protecting her, he sold her off to pay his dept clearly aware of the she will have to go through. She was sold to the most powerful ruthless mafia boss who wishes to have fun with her. And he is Leonard Wood, a ruthless and scheming mafia boss. Twenty eight years of age. On their first meeting, he couldn't help but pick interest in the sweet innocent little girl that was sold to him. With the intention to tease her, he offered her to become his slave in to prolong her uncle's dept that she has to pay.

"You don't say no to me, Lilian. You're my property. You belong to me!" His voice was calm, yet the scariest she ever heard. She shivered on the spot as she stared at the dangerous and scary man in front of her. How she suddenly ended up here in a lion's den and there was no hope of escaping, was what she never imagined. She knew her stepmom hated her so much, but if there was one thing she never imagined, it was the fact that she could go to the extreme length of selling her off to a stranger. "Re... Ren... Don't touch me..." Her voice quivered as she pressed her back further into the wall, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably. She wished she could disappear into the wall, but was that even possible in reality? "I beg you, please... Leave me alone," She suddenly fell to her knees when her legs couldn't carry her anymore, and he rolled his eyes momentarily. "I'll spare you tonight, Lilian... Not because of your pleas, but because I am in a good mood. When next I want you..." He paused then squatted in front of her and smirk "I will torture you until you can't take it anymore and beg me to f*ck you so hard, Lilian. I'll make you hit orgasms five times in a row, and I promise that by the time I'm done with you, you'll never remain the same again," He whispered against her ear as a dirty smirk played at the corner of his lips, and her heart sank into her stomach. Will she ever get out of this?

When you've been constantly shown and proven right that love is just a word that carries so much hurt, you tend to give up on it. Thats the kind of life Clarissa has been made to live, love to her doesn't mean anything. It's a word she has come to dread completely and she's scared to love and be loved. Growing up with no one to show her the true meaning of love, she has decided on her own that love is just an illusion of people's mind To her life is all about fun and satisfying her pleasures while trying to survive and make the most of her life. She never thought there'd be someone out there willing to do anything just to make her see that love isn't that scary, that love is beautiful. Until she met him Tristan Walker What was meant to be a one night stand turned into something more. Tristan Walker, always the playboy. He never believed he could love any one. Not after what happened to him years ago, it scarred him but no one would ever know of it. To him love is just a word used to trap people, but then he meets her. Clarissa Grey. To him she was just a crazy girl he had fun with one night. But when he wakes up and she's gone without a trace, it piques his interest because no woman has ever done that to him, it's always the other way round. Now he's curious about this Beautiful and crazy redhead but she keeps running away from him Will he succeed in cracking her Da Vinci code or will he end up giving out his heart to her.

Finn shook his head and handed me an envelope. "You have to leave. Right now." "What do you mean? Leave where? I can't leave this room; Jordan said he'd drag me back here." Finn cursed, "Leave this fucking pack. Go live with the humans. Anywhere. Don't tell me where. Just leave. Life will only get worse, Izzy. Jordan is not a good guy." "But mom and dad, and you..." Finn gave me a hug, "I know it's scary, and I'm sorry. But I just know that if you stay here, one day he'll kill you. If he can do this to you in the packhouse filled with people, imagine what he'll do once it's just you and him living here. Once he's alpha, he'll get to do whatever he wants. Jordan has always hated that prophecy for some reason. I don't have time to explain, but you need to go."  - - - Izzy leaves her pack, knowing she's going against the prophecy that was given to her at birth by the oracle. One day Izzy is supposed to become the Luna, but she hates the idea of sharing a life with the future Alpha Jordan.  Izzy runs away to a human town, where she lives in a cheap motel, pretending to be human. This is where she meets Orion. They have an instant connection, but Orion has a secret of his own. He has spent years in prison and a mental hospital after having a psychosis and hearing a voice in his hand, claiming he's a werewolf.  What will happen once Orion realizes he's not crazy? And will Jordan and his pack ever stop looking for his prophesied Luna?

On the day of his funeral, I discovered that my fiance, Zachary Gray, had come back to life. His friend says teasingly, "You sure know how to stage an act, Zachary. Your fiancee cried so much over your fake death that she almost went blind!" Zachary smiles indifferently and says, "Stepping into marriage is like taking one foot into the grave. Of course, I have to have some fun first." I stand in the shadows and watch him bend down to kiss another woman. He then points at the tombstone I had carefully and painstakingly carved for him, laughing until he can't catch his breath. Watching him, I feel like an utter fool. I take out my phone and call my father. "Dad, since Zachary is dead, our engagement is null. Let's pull out of the collaboration with the Gray family's company."

He took the arms of the chair tightly, holding her eyes firmly. “You signed a freaking contract! It seems like you don’t know where you are or who I am. You’re in hell now, and I’m the devil Flora,” he let go of the chair when he heard familiar footsteps approaching. Due to an unfortunate turn of events springing from a confrontation, inexperienced Catherine Flora becomes the Campaign Manager to the Smith family. She is treated like a disposable pawn and works hard to make an impression. Her actions don't go unnoticed when the Heir to the Smith wealth, Donovan Smith starts to fall in love with her. However, one wrong phone call changes the entire narrative. Catherine is forced to go into hiding to bear the son of a man who broke her heart. Will Donovan be able to win her back, or will she find solace in the arms of any man?

In the world of the ultra-wealthy Greg family, reputation is everything—and it’s all a lie. Kassy thought she was walking toward her happily-ever-after with her billionaire fiancé, Jamal, until a stray text on her sister’s phone exposed a nightmare: Jamal is the secret father of her sister Lily’s baby. But the betrayal doesn't stop there. Jamal is a former high-end escort who unknowingly shared a bed with his own father-in-law, Greg, the family patriarch who hides his sexuality behind a mask of cold authority. Meanwhile, Lily’s "perfect" husband, Ethan, is a calculating predator hiding a secret vasectomy and a dark history of silencing the women he’s used. When Kassy’s brother, James, returns with his secret wife, Marie—a woman Ethan once tried to destroy—the family’s polished image begins to shatter. Kassy is no longer the grieving bride; she’s a woman scorned with a front-row seat to the destruction of a dynasty.

Suddenly Zeva Adelia, a freelance photographer, got a client who expressed his interest in her after spending a day together on the first day they met. However, without clarifying what their relationship was and only introducing his name as Zero, the next day Zero immediately returned to his country. He left only a trail of his handmade sketch of Zeva's face and a tiny letter asking Zeva to keep her heart's loyalty to him only. Strangely enough, by only communicating via chat, even without video or phone calls, Zeva feels that Zero has succeeded in conquering her heart. Then, can Zeva undergo a status-less relationship and a long-distance relationship with Zero? How long can Zeva endure waiting for Zero to come back for her? Also, how much does Zeva trust Zero's loyalty to her, when there's another girl like 24/7 beside Zero?

"Ms. Rowe, are you certain you want to delete all identity records? Once they're erased, you'll be completely removed from the system. No one will be able to find you again." Eva Rowe pauses for a moment before nodding with quiet resolve. "Yes. I want to disappear from this world. I want to make sure no one can ever find me." Two seconds of silence follow on the other end, as if they're giving her one last chance to reconsider. "Understood, Ms. Rowe. The wipeout protocol will be completed within 14 days. By then, you'll be officially 'dead' in all databases. Please make the necessary arrangements." With that, the call ends. Eva books a one-way ticket to Felnor, scheduled for 14 days later. Then, she turns off her phone, watching as the screen goes dark. She stands by the floor-to-ceiling window, staring out at the endless city lights, and lets out a soft, cold laugh. She is no longer anyone's Eva.

When I found out I was pregnant, Elroy Lousteau went all out—hired some fancy doctor, loaded me up with meds to "protect the baby." He'd never believed in anything before, but suddenly he went to church, praying like his life depends on it. "You've been through hell, babe. Once the baby's here, I swear I'll make it right." That same day, I picked up his phone by accident. "As instructed, the meds include a compound for permanent infertility. The baby will be stillborn. "Ms. Tillon's baby is healthy and will be delivered safely—as the true Lousteau heir. "Mrs. Lousteau won't suspect a thing. Your relationship's secure. You can rest assured." I looked down at my belly. He never loved me. Not really. So I made up my mind—once the divorce papers were signed, I was gone. No looking back.