Creep Shot Novels & Stories

And now I feel as if someone is breathing down my neck. That is the last straw. I stop ignoring the feeling. I’m going to give this creep who is following me a piece of my mind. But when I turn around what I see is shocking. The ’creep’ is a handsome man that is about six feet tall. He has long hair that was tied to a bun. He gets closer to me that our noses are almost touching. His irises were burning with lust or some other drug. Usually, I will slap him in the face and proceed to leave.

She deserved that much after our many years of friendship. Creed kicked off his shoes and began removing his shirt. I felt a little angsty at him getting naked in front of Kris but I had to suppress that displeasure in order to show Kris I wasn't lying to her. After he discarded his shirt he dropped his pants. He gave me one last look before he got down on all fours onto the ground. Kris watched in confusion. Her heartbeat was frantic hinting she was afraid. Creed's bones started to break and he grunted. Black fur started covering his skin and his face contorted and elongated. Kris screamed and I put my hand over her mouth. Her eyes were wide and tears welled up in them.

Carrie curled her fingers in her cunt and cried in pleasure both from the contact and from Greg’s words. “You seem to be enjoying yourself. How about you show me what you’re up to?” She scrambled to open her camera. Carrie was surprised at the woman who appeared on her screen. Hair damp, sweat beading her forehead, and face flushed. Her breathing was labored; each inhale was an audible gasp. She snapped a photo just like that—mid inhale, her lips parted salaciously.

ROMAN. A vampire shrieked as Creed’s jaws closed around his forearm. The satisfying crunch of bones echoed through the courtyard. He shook him once before releasing him entirely. His body sailed through the air, crashing into two more vampires charging toward us. The three of them collided in a spectacular tangle of limbs, robes, and wounded pride before skidding across the ground. We watched others jump out of the way of the three idiots. ‘You know,’ Creed drawled, his amusement rippling through our shared consciousness, ‘for creatures that spend centuries pretending they’re terrifying…’ he paused dramatically, ‘vampires scream an awful lot.’

Goosebumps creep along my skin in real and his shirt drops down, right in between my legs. Crap!

~tch Creed clicked his tongue, realizing his doubts before shooting the arrow were turning into reality. He understood how fast this creature's reaction speed was and that's why he didn't believe that his attempt to save her life would even work. The shot now seemed like a failed attempt now, however, something unexpected happened. ~CRREEEEEGGHHHH Instead of his jaws, Creed's arrow trajectory twitched slightly as if it pierced through one of the dangling eyeballs. A brutal yet ear piercing screech echoed in the vicinity.

"One-shot headshots!" "This isn't a survival game, it's target practice!" Chloe's voice was the most excited. "Darlings! Watch this!" On screen, she raised a sniper rifle and aimed at the nearest zombie. BANG! The zombie's head exploded. Chloe immediately held up her phone for a selfie, the headless corpse in the background. "Perfect shot!" she bragged on the channel. "We should celebrate!" "Celebrate what?" Liam's voice cut in. "Our victory, of course!" Chloe giggled. "These slowpokes are no threat at all! We should have a party!"

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.