Super Scary Short Stories Novels & Stories

Tonight was our first official sleepover in the treehouse, and we'd dragged up sleeping bags, flashlights, and enough snacks to last a week. "Tell me a scary story," Avy said, settling into her sleeping bag. "I don't know any scary stories." "Make one up." "Okay, um..." I pointed my flashlight at my face for dramatic effect. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who read so many books that her eyes fell out." "That's not scary, that's stupid." "Fine. There was a boy who was so bad at football that the football grew teeth and ate him." Avy giggled. "You're terrible at this."

she whispers and I smirk. This is about to get crazier.

You’ll lose them all soon enough. “The HELL??” I blurted out of anger. Below it, a photo. Taken this morning through my bedroom window. It was me and Riley in bed sleeping peacefully. The next text made me terrified. Tell anyone about these messages, and I’ll send every photo to everyone you know. Your choice, Samantha. Play along, or watch your life burn. My hands shake so badly I nearly drop the phone. The last message comes through: Oh, and Sam? Say hi to Jack for me at coffee. I’ll be watching.

I'm sure it will get stale, waiting for my superhuman to stop. ________________________ They're super😆😆😆😆 Thank you for enjoy the story🤗🤗🤗😅🤗

His shorts. She then brought it out; it was full, hard, and throbbing. She took her time to feel it against her palm; the thought of having such a long and mighty dick inside of her scared the shit out of her, but she was determined, so very much determined to finally have a taste of him. “Rosita!!!” Both of them immediately released each other, jumping up to their feet. Eugene's dick immediately went flaccid and back into its formal nature as he immediately raised his shorts back to his waist. Wondering who it was that had bumped into her house unannounced and without any notification.

Short Story's Blurb: As my mate, Alpha Killian, arrived at our daughter's seventh birthday party, joy filled the air. But just moments later, he received word of Rogue sightings at the pack's border and left immediately. I tried to mask my worry, promising our daughter he'd return soon. Just as the laughter echoed around the river, Rogues attack us out of the blue. Just as I rushed to protect my daughter, she was already dying and it was already too late to save her.

So frightened, Shaina run to the to to find Samael but on her way, she bumps into four maids who stares at her asking what is wrong. Their gazes feels so scary that they turn into monsters right in front of her hands as their hands seem to suddenly grow long reaching for her neck Shaina scream out loud feeling so terrified and yell for Samael to help her but he did not come to her rescue and she end up running back to hide somewhere else in the house to escape from all hands.

All around them, boys and girls, dressed as monsters and super-heroes, began to titter and giggle, the tension from the story leaving their little bodies. Chloe wasn't afraid of the story; in fact, she had read it before, as well as many others. She didn't have many books at home, but one that she did have was a cheap paperback collection of scary stories that she read over and over again, becoming immune to their quaint shocks. “Alright, kids. I hope that wasn't too scary for you,” the teacher said. The class, as a single unit, assured her that it was not, in fact, too scary. However, several of the children's faces said otherwise.

Scared, I turned suddenly. “Ahhhhhh!” It was the voice of a woman. At the same time, I also shouted with fright, “Ahhhh!” “Hey, you scared me,” Diana said. I frowned. “Did I scare you? But if you came out of nowhere. You know, just like a fucking ninja.” Diana started to laugh out loud. “That’s good. That was my master plan all this time, wait in the shadows and then jump at the least expected moment.”

“Fuck you. I’m not scared of you.” “No?” Vincenzo’s thumb brushed my lower lip. “Your body says otherwise. Already getting hard just from me touching your face. Cute.” “Get your hands off me!” I snapped, but my voice cracked. He was right. Fear twisted in my gut, but so did something hot and unwanted. This man was dangerous. Powerful. And the way he looked at me like I was already his…