Barney Creepy Novels & Stories

The corrupted creature reeked of rot and old magic, and as my claws tore through it, the damn thing laughed. Yeah. It laughed. “Oh, hell no,” I growled. “You creepy furball, nobody laughs at me before breakfast!” Barbie swooped down, chanting something in ancient Fae tongue, and her wings glowed like a miniature sun. A blinding flash erupted—and when it faded, the corrupted wolves were nothing but ash and echo. “Boom, baby!” Barbie smirked, fanning herself dramatically. “You’re welcome.” “Nice one, sparkle fairy,” I huffed, shaking the blood off my fur. “Remind me to buy you actual glitter when we get out of this alive.”

"Ha! Ha! Ha!" Those were the wicked laughter of Camille Kyle, Barbara's mother, the devil herself, she was watching the video of Barbara's torment, seeing the fear on Barbara's face when that cockroach crawled on her skin, that terrible look was the same look on that two years old girl.

She thought to herself Barbara caught sight of Adonis walking towards his office and she instinctively cowered. The night at the ball still played over and over again in her mind. He was a scary man. “Hey, Barbara. How did the meeting go?” that familiar voice repulsed her. She shot a glare at Grayson. He was a middle-aged man and was already balding, with bad dentition and bad breath. The worst part was that he seemed to have a crush on her.

How could anyone in this dark slum have a security camera? Mr Denver turned out to be the celebrity barber of the slum, and the footage showed the boy taking the phone. His mother burst into tears, and asked him to bring the phone. She waited back at the barber’s shop with him till her son returned. The clever thing had hidden it with one of his friends. He thanked the woman, and offered to buy her groceries from the local convenience shop they had passed on their way here. She refused, and apologized again and again. As he watched her leave, he got an idea.

"You were the man in Barney's room." Zion's words stunned Jenson. "What did you say? I don't understand." "Are you going to not take responsibility for what you've done?" Zion sneered. Suddenly, he grabbed Jenson by the collar and pulled the latter in front of him. "Your body smells like Barney's unique cosmetics. Maybe you don't know about this, but Barney has like medicine since she was a child. Thus, she was afraid of the smell of medicine on her body, so she likes to use cosmetics more since she was young. All girls like cosmetics. So my sister personally made a unique scented soap and cosmetics for Barney, which almost doesn't smell like anything at all. But the unique formula inside is

I wanted to rip my clothes off, but I wasn’t that far gone. When the sun went down, I licked my lips and when I looked around right before me was an orgy, everyone was either touching or fucking and I searched for Di and her and Brannon were going at it, and I smiled. Someone came up behind me and I felt my body recoil from their touch. It was Baron, trying to get me to come to him, only he didn’t look like Baron, he was a cross between his regular face and the wolfman from the old movies with Lon Chaney. It was hideous to me. I wasn’t scared just disgusted. I never wanted him, and I surely didn’t now.

From the floor, Riley watched, her lips trembling. "Isn't that Olivia?" Scarlett and Leo had stopped dancing, both watching in amusement. "Wonder what she took," Leo muttered. At Zach’s table, everyone had turned their attention toward Olivia. Noah barely looked up, uninterested. Zach’s lips curled into a cruel smirk. "You shouldn’t have crossed me, Barbie." Irene and Madeline were laughing, the latter recording. "What the fuck is that stupid nerd doing here?" Irene cackled. Now seated beside Zach, she shook her head in disbelief.

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Walking through the hallway, I pushed the men's restroom open, catching sight of the man dabbing his hands with a wipe. “Missed me, daddy?” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his waist from behind. “Don't test me,” He muttered, yet there was no irritation in his voice. Only warning. He turned around, his cold eyes resting onto me. I should have shivered and cowered away. After all, this man was feared throughout the city–the number one business tycoon that got whatever he wanted through any means. Yet, I trailed my painted nails from his chin to his Adam's apple, and down to his chest, teasing him.

I signaled to the bartender as I ordered for my third shot in a row. Earlier I found I had cravings for some whiskey, and Mrs Hernandez suggested this bar for me to gulp away my lack of zeal. “What are we celebrating tonight?” the bartender asks flashing a smile. “Oh, noth….. you know what, how about new beginnings?” I answered as I raise my glass in the air. “Hear, hear!” the bartender says as he retreats to serve another person. My gaze shifts and I decided to take a proper look around the bar, it’s filled with people. Very normal looking people. I noticed I locked eyes with two strange and creepy men seated at the corner as i entered the bar and they’re still staring, laughing and whistli