Candy Pop Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I shout finishing my little rant, he stands there looking at the ground for a second, but before I knew it I'm grabbed and held down against the wall. "I don't like when people talk like that to me doll, it really angers me, I know Tammy kept putting weird stories in your head so much that you're starting to believe them but ,I'm not the bad guy" he starts, looking at me evilly in the eye while I look terrified back at him, I go to speak but he holds his finger to my lips "you don't have to say anything doll, I'm not gonna be here today so ink will be here with you" he explains tucking a piece of hair behind my ear smiling, this guy is literally insane! He sends me one more smile before turn

The monster releases her with a jerk. There was purgatory cry from him which sounded like an evil's discord. "I began to smell my own filth. Worms began to eat my flesh. I felt disgusted of my existence." A hard slap felt on Amara's cheek but there was nobody found. The girl who she had seen earlier disappeared. Suddenly everything went normal in the room. There was no milk seen on the floor. The room was clean and tidy. Though it was only for a moment Amara breathed a sigh of relief. She heard a knock at the door and the same girl from earlier walked in. Amara was sitting on her bed quivering with terror. She gripped the bedsheet tight in her fists. "Wha what is your name?"

Xavier joked. "According to my grandfather, a month after the boy's death, students started missing. They were all found dead in the woods a week or two after. They dubbed the serial killer as Sunnyville Reaper. And, from what my grandfather told me, your parents are one of those kids who bullied him." The student said before leaving. Even Xavier who always care less about anything around him fell silent. He could never imagine that his mother would be involved in something so dark like that.

I found a tattered web-strap chaise lounge, positioned it in the shade, and fell onto it. The comic book was called “They Come Out at Night,” and its cover featured some kind of one-eyed bat-like creature swooping down on a scantily-clad woman. I dove in, reading the story about the monster called Popobawa that had been captured in Africa and shipped to the United States. The ship was wrecked in a storm off the coast of North Carolina, smashing the crate that held the beast. It flew to shore and terrorized a small town. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, only to have the story end on a cliffhanger. There must be more of these in the attic. The thought of going up there to find the next

I want to taste you cupcake he tells me and picks me up while I still have my legs wrapped around his waist, we start kissing again fighting for dominance. He walks me over to bed and lays me flat on my back he crawls over me with his hot member right between my legs he's kissing me more passionately now with one of his hands intertwined with mine above my head and his other cupping my firm breast. He's kissing up and down my neck when he gets to my soft spot again and nips at it, I let out a soft moan and buck my hips up which instantly makes Adrain wolf growl. I let out a louder moan from the vibration of Adrians growl he moves his hand that is cupping my breast down to my ass. I buck my h

I have a Ma and Pa that I have never seen, although Ma Coco says they see me but how can they see me? I have tried to leave the Cactus but it wouldn't let me, The Cactus has a mind of it's own you see! I have a puppy that Ma. Coco got for me, she's a cute little bundle of joy, her name is cripsy, I only have Ma. Coco and Cripsy here, Ma.Coco said my Ma gave birth to me here and I am not allowed to go out till she says so but how would I know when I haven't even seen my Ma

“And someone get me a cigarette. Now.” My name is Candace Moor, but the world knows me as Candy. I’m twenty-five year old sensational pop star, with my face plastered on billboards across the country. To my millions of fans, I’m the sweet, innocent girl-next-door who writes love songs but that's a beautiful lie that makes me a lot of money.

Diana, ever unbothered, threw her hands in the air the whole time, shouting, “Witches don’t fear gravity!” Cotton candy was next. Clouds of pastel spun sugar balanced precariously on paper sticks, melting on their tongues and sticking to their fingers. Zoe smeared a streak across her cheek, pouting dramatically while Melinda tried to wipe it off, which only made it worse. Diana snapped a photo of them, declaring it “witches in their natural habitat,” while Chloe laughed so hard her stomach hurt. For the first time in weeks, her worries felt far away.

It was so deep that Stephanie and I left the booth, and they did not notice. "I want some sweet pop corn," Stephanie said, and my mouth began to salivate. "That would be yummy," I said, stopping at a cotton candy stall. I helped myself to the strawberry-flavoured variation, and the vendor refused to take my money. He treated me with respect, and my heart fluttered. "Have you heard about the new move by the sneaky council?" Stephanie asked me, taking a bit of my candy and grimacing at the level of sweetness. "What move?" I asked her, feeling happy.

Montemayor intones, “Kate has a celebrity bf. Are you sure you can concentrate on the UPCAT today, Kate Bear?” Mrs. Montemayor was a big fan of the oldie series Care Bears, along with Sailor Moon, Troll Dolls and tiny plastic aroma beads called “Kisses”. The last, when Mrs. Montemayor was in high school, she would place in groups of threes in a wet cotton ball. She would store them inside her pencil case for three days and, when she checked on them again, the Kisses had already given birth to other Kisses. Or so she said.