Creep Shot Novels & Stories

I'm pushed away so hard and I stumble on top of Dee on the ground. The gunshot roars. CJ falls on his knees. His white shirt is stained with blood... Bloody blood.... ^^^^^^^

I follow closely behind, treading lightly, taking care not to snap a twig or rustle leaves too loudly. “Cameras, at 2 o’clock,” he hisses, gesturing with his chin. I glance in that direction and see the telltale signs: small black domes, almost camouflaged against the greenery. My heart skips a beat. “We can skirt around them,” he whispers, taking the lead as we adjust our path. “Keep low.” I lower my body, feeling the damp earth seep into my jeans. We creep forward, the weight of our every move amplified by the silence. I hold my breath as we cross the camera’s line of sight. Once past, I exhale softly, my breath quivering in relief.

The body twitched, then collapsed like wet laundry. Schnell fired a burst from the MP5, riddling an approaching corpse with holes. It kept coming. He switched targets, aiming at the kneecaps. The thing dropped. “See?” he called. “Disable ze legs if you cannot stop ze brain. Let zem crawl. Crawlings is slower than running.” We held the ground. Shotgun blasts. Rifle cracks. Magic flashes. Zombie moans. The whole room was a chorus of destruction and panic. But gradually, slowly, something changed. The pressure ebbed. Fewer thuds hit the walls. The fog outside began to lighten, just slightly.

Curiosity finally won. I opened it and fired up his laptop. Most of the files were boring business shit. Then I found a hidden folder called “Cream Pies Unlimited.” My pussy twitched the second I clicked it. The “Images” folder was packed with hundreds of pictures — pussies of every kind, freshly fucked and leaking thick, white cum. It dribbled out of stretched holes, ran down arse cheeks, pooled on bedsheets. I stared, breathing faster, and slipped a hand into my panties. My clit was already swollen and slippery.

>POV: CARRIE Eасh gunshot mаkеѕ mе flіnсh, but I саn’t take my еуеѕ оff thе hоrrіfіс ѕсеnе аbоut a blосk away. I can’t ѕее реrfесtlу.

I used the chaos as an opportunity, popped up from my hiding place, and squeezed off a shot which went at least two feet high and right, missing him completely. The creep spun around to face me, utterly confused at what he was looking at. I loaded another dart, and slid the bolt to chamber another round, as he reached behind him, producing a knife. I fired my second shot, this time hitting him squarely in the chest. He staggered back, tripping over Minus who lay motionless. I pulled out the pistol and ran to the two men, who lay of the floor in a twisted heap. “Don’t move, or I swear I’ll kill you,” I said, my gun trained on the creep.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

Creed positioned himself near the back entrance, his eyes sharp, his body coiled like a predator ready to strike. Then, the first sign of them came—not through the front door, not with words or a warning. The power cut out. The cabin was swallowed in darkness. I barely had time to register it before the first gunshot shattered the night. I ducked instinctively, pressing my back against the wall as splinters flew from the wooden frame of the window. Creed cursed under his breath, moving swiftly toward the source of the shot. Dante yanked me toward him, shielding me as more bullets ripped through the walls.

The user can get the [Bleeding] effect after each shot (5% chance). "An army of these blood vultures will be useful...but these stats are nice too, it would be a pity to lose them." he racked his brains looking for an answer but couldn't come up with a solution, in the end, he opened a coin throw page on the web, letting the decision for lady luck. "Heads brood mother, tails attacker..." he flipped the coin, after spinning a couple of seconds it landed on Heads. "Brood mother then" [Are you sure? This change is irreversible.]

But I learned to channel it, to let it sharpen my reflexes instead of paralyzing me. My second kill was a Whisper—an anomaly that mainly existed as sound, trying to lure you into dark spaces where it could solidify and feed on you. I tracked it to an old subway tunnel and drove my knife through the frequency generator it used as a physical anchor. My third was a Creeper, something that moved through walls and ceilings. Claire helped me with that one, distracting it while I came from behind. By my tenth kill, I had started to find a rhythm. Deploy at dusk. Hunt through the night. Return before dawn with new kills logged and credits earned. Sleep for a few hours. Train with Amon. Study Lenoria