Scary Stories Hooked Novels & Stories

Jones stared at Claire as she whispered, “What happened next?” Suddenly, she was a little girl again. He used to tell her scary stories about werewolves, vampires, fae, and warlocks. May hated it, but he couldn’t say no when his little niece looked up at him with big eyes and asked so politely for a story. He would always stopped at the climax, sighed dramatically, and say that it’s too scary. She would grab his hand and say she wasn’t scared, that she would be brave. She would ask, so excited, “What happened next?”

I've started another werewolf book ! It's called Reconnect, check it out if you want : "Whatever stories you have heard about me... They aren't all true." "I've witnessed your horror first hand," I said slowly and watched as his beautiful eyes darkened. "I promise you that the next time you scream my name will be when you're in my bed, panting, naked and begging for more." * A girl with a huge secret that came in the form of two adorable two year olds.

“Oh my god. He hung it up straight away.” “Awesome, I finally had an orgasm after waiting for half a day.” “I didn’t expect the streamer to have such a trick up his sleeve. It’s hard to guard against it.” “Indeed, the psychology streamer is really amazing. They walked over carefully all the way here, and their minds were completely tense. They were about to leave, but when they let down their guard, they were instantly possessed by the iron hook. Psychology really makes one good at escaping.” At this time, Adolf looked at the iron hook indifferently. It was very big, and it was welded on a very thick crossbar. Moreover, there was not only one iron hook on the crossbar. There were four.

Ten-year-old Bree chimed as Emma looked over her shoulder worriedly. “That’s nice, sweetie. Why don’t you tell me about that mermaid story again?” “I hate that story. Can I tell the one about the wolf?” Bran chimed in. “Wolf?” Patrick asked as Brinna looked out the window and saw another animal running alongside their vehicle. “Yeah, the one that eats the girl in the red hood.” “Mommy, I don’t like that story. It is scary.” Bree snuck at the rolling landscape and saw the scary animal with sharp teeth sneering at her, so she pretended to look forward and saw her parents exchange a look.

She leans in close and sniffs me, her long tangled grey hair tickling my nose. Hearing a demented laugh explode from her, I inwardly cringe while she raises her head and peers at me with the scariest eyes I have ever seen. When they look at me, it's as if I am peering into a deep red abyss, so terrifying that I could only ever imagine it in my worst of nightmares. Her face is grotesque and when she laughs again, I see two teeth. Those two teeth though, look razor sharp like fangs.

============================== After a few hours. Clark and Van are currently talking to their neighborhood friends who are also at the birthday party when they suddenly heard a commotion outside Clark's house. Clark, Van and all of the guests went outside to check what was going on. And much to their surprise, they saw the same creepy man at the Waldorf Reunion party. He was grabbing Bianca's arm, as he is dragging him towards his car. "Hey, what are you doing? Let her go!" Van shouted. He almost forgot how to breath because he is dead worried about Bianca. The creepy man might try to hurt her, and he won't be able to bear it.

Her breathing hitched and her heart picked up it's pace as she thought of it being an obsessed stalker who might kill her at the ending. Suddenly, a person ten times stronger than her grabbed and placed her on his back and sped off into the woods. Wind slapped her face violently as he ran faster than light itself. Her arms unconsciously wrapped themselves around his neck and fear struck her so bad she felt paralyzed to the extent she couldn't scream.

“Mr Hook blames himself for it, till this day.” “Why?” “They fought…” She shut her eyes, as if the memory of the dreadful day still haunted her. I wouldn’t be surprised if it does. “Mr Hook had been caught in a scandal with his secretary, while he was on a trip… and Mrs Hook, who was eight months pregnant and hormonal. Couldn’t control herself.” “Where were you?” I asked cautiously, knowing I was probably stepping on sore ground.

“You’re good at pretending.” Her smile widens, icy. “Years of practice.” I inhale deeply and my eyes close briefly at her body scent. She smells like vanilla, not the oud kind, the soft scent that makes you want to lick it. I compose myself quickly before she notices. I wonder what is wrong with me. Why does this lady draw me in this much? As the night drags on, I do what I always do. Talk business with people who want to ‘invest’ in the company. I knew most of them were wolves who just wanted to stick their noses around and weren’t actually interested in investing, but I played along.

"If it weren't for me, Carlos would have died much earlier. Eleanor, I promised him I'd take care of you for life, but that promise only stands if you don't hurt Daisy." A bitter smile tugged at my lips. I shouldn't have had any expectations left. A sharp pain stabbed through my heart, like claws ripping into me. Suddenly, the world around me spun. The next moment, everything went black, and I lost consciousness. When I opened my eyes again, the smell of antiseptic flooded my senses. The cold white ceiling came into focus. I barely moved my fingers before realizing I was lying on a hospital bed in the infirmary. The werewolf doctor bent over to remove the needle from my arm. His expression w