Sunset Shimmer Scared Novels & Stories

I’d like to die and be given a good burial. The car came to a halt and my breathing slowed down gradually. I slowly lifted my face up as I stared from side to the front. We were in the middle of nowhere but a car was parked close by. I stepped down slowly, my fears tripling as my heart did a flip and skip. Professor Justin was standing in front of a mountain, his back turned, the golden orange sun illuminating a tall, sexy man with sophistication. It felt unreal, it felt too perfect and good to be true. Things like these never existed except in books and fairytales but I was experiencing it with my eyes.

Shawn splashed water at me. “Fine, what’s your dare?” “We’re going swimming with sharks,” he bit his bottom lip with a smile, and I watched as it pulled between his teeth before he chuckled. My eyes widened, “What...” “Hell yes. That actually sounds like fun,” Chris pumped his fist. “I don’t know,” I shook my head, thinking of sharks... and their teeth... and the fact that they were apex predators. Shawn swam towards me, quirking a brow, “My Rosie isn’t scared of anything,” he moved so close that our bodies brushed beneath the water, “Do it with me.”

he said and chased her. Ash hugs her from behind while watching the sunset. Andrea was very fond of it, she kept on coming out when the sunset was already coming out. "Rhea, why do you love sunset?" he asked. "Well, you really asked me that." she giggles. "I love it, because watching it taking my fears and problems away from me. It helps me warm up and helps my mind to be at peace." she said. "Okay." he all said. "It's so beautiful." she said.

Helps calm her down from having a panic attack. We begin walking, no clue where we’re headed as long as it's away from the sun and toward a patch of trees in the distance. Our sneakers crunch over gravel and dry grass. It’s hot, our clothes stick to our skin, and our mouths feel like sandpaper. But at least Sierra’s not panicking anymore. After what feels like hours, we spot something through the haze, a house. It looks like every haunted shack from every horror movie Sierra warned me about, and now I kinda want to punch her for being right.

she asked as she stood on tiptoes, trying to see what could have given him such a shock. "You found yourself a—" he paused for dramatic effect. "—Cheap crystal!" He roared with laughter when he saw the disappointment on her face. "Did you really think it was a diamond?" He ruffled her hair as they chased each other along the shore and splashed their feet in the water. Tired at last from all their running around, they sat down on the wet sand and watched the sunset and listened to the ebb and flow of the tide and the seagulls calling out to each other.

I screamed while covering both eyes and closed my eyes, I have had a phobia since then, I don't want this time to come back to my mind about the things that happened that I had forgotten for a long time. He hugged from behind. "Shhh, don't be scared, I'm here . . . I won't leave you alone," he whispered to me, he was so close I could feel the warmth of his body and even his breath on my neck. Somehow my losing heart calmed down, the event I was trying to forget still did not disappear from my memory. "My Shasha." "W-What?" "Tell me, why are you scared at light and storm? Based on you acted earlier, you so scared I wanna know it my queen," he softly said while planting small kisses to my next

“You’re braver than you know.” Beachside Lunch & Confessions We returned for lunch at a little shack: grilled octopus, fresh tomato salad, and chilled rosé. We sat on driftwood benches, all gumboots and sand in places we’d forget to wash off. Over tiny glasses of limoncello, I confessed my biggest fear. “I’m afraid—that after all of this—I’ll wake up and believe it never happened. Like a dream.” He took my hand across the table. “Then promise me you’ll wake me when you feel that coming. And I’ll remind you—every day—that this was real.”

As we stepped outside, the pool shimmered under the fading light, the sunset casting an amber glow over the surface. It looked damn inviting, and I could already imagine how good it would feel to slip into the water with her. Her soft giggle pulled me from my thoughts. “You know, I’ve never been skinny dipping before,” she admitted, her cheeks flushing as she glanced at me. “I think I like it.” I couldn’t help but grin, raising an eyebrow. “Oh really? Welcome to the skinny dipping club! We meet nightly at sunset.” She laughed, the sound rippling across the water like a melody. Watching her laugh, carefree and bold, I couldn’t help but marvel at how she balanced out my edges, her light chasin

Male laughter ring out, making my teeth grit in irritation. In horror, I realize we've stopped moving. My chest ceases when the lid of our container starts to lift. It comes off completely and the first bright rays of sun hits us, along with the shocked stares of a few scarred, towering men...

What would he do if Ryder thought he was some kind of drug dealer or a pimp? With this being the fourth time Midnight had scared her shitless with his sudden appearance, Ryder was starting to consider tying a bell on his neck. But the scare Ryder got, didn't even compare with the almost heart attack Jasmine got. However, unlike Ryder who just screams and jumps in fright, Jasmine has an entirely other way of reacting to being scared. This girl goes berserk.