Twist Scary Stories Novels & Stories

Twisted I always had fear of death ever since I became aware of the clock birthmark engraved on my left palm. I always hate celebrating my birthday because it always serves as a reminder that I'll die young. My parents told me that among our generations, I am very different because my two clock birthmarks have the same date. Because of too much curiosity, I tried researching and reading stories and blogs that tackle different painful tragedies.

A laugh is coming at me like turbulence. Brian raises his eyes brow to me, the displeasure is all over the face, more than that, I think it’s horror. He is terrified hearing something like this from Hazel. I guess not a single woman calls him out for his cocky nature, but seeing Hazel all wild, sure, it’s not a shock. At least not for me, for Brian. I can’t make any comment. If I have to say something based on how petrified he looks then, I am hoping he will not go through trauma after this phone call ends.

I have to stand for a few seconds as sweat breaks out in tingles under my arms. "Room service," a man says from the other side of the door. Shaking, I let him. He pushes a cart inside, sets it up, and pauses. "Anything else?" he asks. Expecting a tip. But unfortunately for him, I have no money. "No, thanks, that's everything." He frowns but leaves. I shut the door behind him, lock the deadbolt, then practically run to the bottle of champagne. I don't bother pouring it into a glass. I break out the cork then pour it down my throat, my hands trembling at the thought of Gregory Callahan looking into the fake story Scar spun them.

How I always valued her. Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t see Tiffany stroll into my office. No knock or introduction. She walks so confidently towards me and around my desk and stood in front of me. I looked at her with pure disgust. She drops to her knees and her hands grabbing onto my thighs. Trying to run her hands up to my shaft, and it tries to go to my belt. I grabbed her wrists with one hand and yank her up and I stood tall. “What the fuck do you think your doing?” Pyro lacing my voice. Tiffany starts to shake terrified.

He sneered. I was not about to lose my virginity like this and if I did I was going to fight first, I tried to fight and run as he dragged me to the shadows now we were totally away from the club, this place looked abandoned and scary. I bit his hand that covered my mouth restricting me from crying out, he flinched and let go for a minute. Seizing the opportunity I kicked his crotch, he went down on his knees and I made a run for it. But the place was dark I didn't even know where I was going, suddenly I bumped into someone, and my heart rate was racing.

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

he inquired casually. She seemed startled from her reading, "O-oh. No. Just...looking at some illustrations." "Ah." He could smell a nervous scent wafting off of her. She was lying. But he didn't press the matter. He was too busy presently. Twillow stared at the illustrations and the fancily scrawled heading that read: Giants. The illustration looked like a horrible, drooling, sharp-toothed, yellow-eyed demon, with gray skin, a thick matted beard, and towered over the scribbled trees.

Shit, that confession is stupid if he doesn't want me then he shouldn't have told me about it. “You crawled,” she said seriously that made me blink twice so fast and tilt my head to the right. Later on, she blurted into laughter while keeps on pointing at me. “That is funny if only mom and dad were here and saw that reaction of yours. Of course, you walked on your two feet moron. How can you not know how you got home? What is happening to you?” she explained still laughing. “What happens when two werewolves mated to each other but the other rejects its mate?” I asked and my sister Akira suddenly stopped laughing and she gave me a confusing look before she gazed at her mate Scar.

Justin realized that, beyond his tricks, he was dealing with forces beyond his control. When the twins fixed their gaze on the owl, Justin feared that at any moment they might say the words “boo,” as the cursed witch had done last time. The trauma of the previous episode had left him apprehensive, as he had spent the entire day on the floor unable to move a muscle. The twins' element of surprise had triggered an unexpected fear in Justin, whose tricks now became a more complex challenge with the intervention of those supernatural creatures.

In the end, I decided not to do it since I got scared of the possibility that she would come for me instead. But until now, I still can’t get over how terrifying that white lady's face looked.. Those are stuff worthy of nightmares... +++++++++++ And once again we end another storytelling session here at the Supernatural Spa. Next time, we will still talk about modern-day hauntings and you might be surprised at what items there are in our tales... So until next time dear reader, this is your Storyteller, The Diwata, saying good night and fare thee well. Hope to see you again soon.