Novel & Cerita Scary Stories Books

Ruth ended the call and left Alex and Lee with an astounded expression. “Oh God.” Their minds were about to melt down. Werewolves, vampires, witches—were all real. Alex was reminded of a book he read at Books and Artifact where he works. “Lee, I found a book at Books and Artifact that was about supernatural creatures. I think the name of the book was, um, Wars, Wood Battles, um, I can’t remember.” “You mean The Wood War by Kayla Nicky Chadson?” Ha! The boy jolted in shock as he heard the voice of Abigail behind them. They stared at each other, confused about what to say.

Standing up from the bed, I dragged my feet to the bookshelf and picked out a history book from there before going to sit on the bed. Opening the book, I almost screamed my lungs out at the image I was welcomed by. There were pictures of wild animals and some were humans with dangerous and scary faces, some had long teeth in their mouths, while some of them had some part of their eyes painted bloodred. I gulped down the lump in my throat, as I flipped the book page by page, checking out the images which getting scarier.

Finally, she found the one she was looking for. Layla managed to grab the book and add it to her stack in her arms when her eyes caught sight of something. A book stood out among the rest. It was bound with dark brown leather and had brandished designs on the spine. The title read - Malleus Vampiro: A Treatise on Vampires. Placing her other books on the floor, Layla pulled the leather-bound book from its home amongst the others and opened it. As her eyes skimmed the pages, she caught a couple of words; SHADOW STALKERS, BLOODSUCKER, PHANTOMS.

She utters after she gulps down some water, and I just nod my head for her to go ahead, not that she would listen to me even if I say that I don't want to listen to her story, anyway. "That's my baby. You will love it, and I promise..." She pauses and wipes her mouth with the napkin on the table before she reclines on the chair, and I know that I'm in for a long talk this morning. "It's actually a book about grim reapers..." My heart wavers fearfully once I hear that name, but I try not to panic. "It's just a story, don't be scared," I assure myself as I gulp down nothing nervously.

Arcane symbols stitched into the spine. “Try this,” he said, sliding it across the table. “It’s an old dream-tracing grimoire. From the southern libraries. It maps dream entities through their energy signatures. Might tell you what’s visiting you. Or who.” I didn’t reach for it. “I’m not making a deal with you,” I said. “No,” he said, voice softer now. “But I believe you might want to figure this out that much.” Silence stretched between us. I stared at the book then at him then back at the flickering candles.

Since the electricity has no power for tonight, the only light that we have here in his bedroom is a small candle and a piece of a flashlight. My blood rushes through my veins when I lay my body on the soft mattress of his bed. It really smells like him. I know this is bad. So fucking bad and forbidden. But I can’t help myself but imagine lustful thoughts with him, especially that his scent is all over the cushion that I'm now wrapping around my body. “Are you feeling scared?” He asked me with his husky voice. He’s still in his khaki shorts and sweatshirt when he laid down beside me.

"But you did! And now I can't even walk into my own house without seeing you all over him. I can't unsee that, Sara. You're disgusting. A whore!" I flinched, but I didn't move. "You're right to hate me. I hate myself too. But please—put the knife down. You're scaring me." She laughed. A hollow, cracked sound. "Oh, now you're scared?" "Layla," Carson said carefully, stepping closer, "Give me the knife." "No!" she snapped. "I want her out! I want her gone! I don't want a filthy girl like that around my dad!"

11:54 11:55 11:56 11:59 12:00 Once the clock stroked 12, a shiver ran down my spine ,my body was aching for a release and he wasn’t in sight yet. I heaved a sigh,as the clock stroked 12:20 a few minutes later. The library had a few people in it but nevertheless I decided to go round placing books back where they were meant to be. I took off my jacket and started going round, placing books back, I got to the back row of the library , it didn’t have a enough light, so people hardly sat there to read, there was a book on one of the tables. It was a Novel by Ana huang famous author for the twisted series, it was Twisted hate and the open page was one the steamy hate sex scenes between Jules and

When I was done, I headed for my office, shutting the door behind me. Walking to my desk, my hands shook as I pulled the bottom drawer open. In it, several worn paperbacks of my secret stash were laid out. With titles like- CLAIMED BY THE PACK, BRED BY THE BEAST AND TAKEN WITHOUT MERCY. I grabbed Taken Without Mercy, the cover showcasing a naked curvy woman with a fucked out pussy, big tits and two guys by her side with huge mighty cocks. I slid onto my chair, the urge to resist failing me. It's being months and I told myself I'd stop, but the ache in me needed to be satisfied.

Lydia stared at me for a moment before letting out a long sigh. “You’re unbelievable, but what if something happens." she muttered. “Lydia, stop thinking like that,” I said, shaking my head. “I don’t know,” she replied with a suspicious look. “I’m just saying… the guy sounds like some rich hotshot. What’s his name again?” “Jack,” I answered, almost bursting into laughter. “See? Even the name sounds dangerous,” Lydia said dramatically. “What if Jack spreads your legs and eat you alive. It’s been a long time since you got a proper...”