Novel & Cerita Creepy Internet Stories

The second one made more sense but it was also the one that I had the most doubt in being the truth because of the duration and everything happening and what I was hearing that I didn't know before. I had given up on finding anything in the local libraries or even on the internet because everything that came up in searches was folklore and creepy stories of people who swear they have seen the undead and everything else parents use to scare us, children, into behaving ourselves. Some of the sites I had ended up on had seriously scared me a lot more than the three men who had turned into vicious beasts and nibbled on a moving car's tyres.

Ara sat at her desk just before bedtime, staring at the blinking cursor on the screen. Writing had completely changed for her. No longer was it just a job or a creative outlet. Every word she typed now was a way to process the terrifying truth. Damon Marshall owned her. Every orgasm, every rough thrust, every filthy word he whispered had rewired her completely. She wrote to make sense of how addicted she had become to the man who had bought her for one month. She wasn't sure what she would do with herself when the contract expired.

A part of her was scared for getting dump after they've had so much sex, so she was trying to hint him into proposing to her. The only way to make him listen to her was rejecting him when he was hungry for her body, because he would be willing to hit his head on the wall for her, if she made the request when he was in the mood….. The novel has lots of mature content, that can be blend into something not so R18, but still have the erotic feel. The audience started making requests for the novel to be made into a movie and hinting on how they will be ready to sell their soul to watch it, if he was the male lead.

She has told me to be fast today, as there's something I've got to help her with. And oh, before I forget, I am given a phone here. Well, I did not get in contact with anyone, not even with Kyra, so so far I've only been binging through the internet, seeing contents and laughing away my worries, as in my mind as I see tweets, I'd imagine how none of these humans know that Werewolves or Vampires actually exist. It makes me feel like some all-knowing person in the human world, at least, towards the realization of paranormal beings, which these lots still see as a fragment of their imagination.

"I'll take over the case. Tell the brass that this is an irregular case." "Irregular?" The coroner's face twitched when she heard what Aria said. She had heard about such cases before, but this was the first time she had come across something like this. Did that also mean that supernatural forces dwell in the world? They were avid believers in materialism. Everything boiled down to science in their worldview. Aria glanced at the coroner, tapping on her phone again. "Yeah. It's an irregular case. I have reason to believe that someone hypnotized the deceased through the internet and made him take his own life."

When I ran through some of the names, they were old accounts, not those new ones with one or two followers that spell bot, with a million numbers after their names instead of actual names. I read the first headline over and over again, not quite able to take it all in. Three ten-year-olds had just called Mary Hudson nothing more than a madam who pimped out her own kids for fame on the Internet, and they had receipts. The fuck! It was a lot to take in, but people were invested.

"Something about you being terminally ill. And if I can't believe the rumors that you're running rabid and bite one of your kind when you're mad, there're also pictures of you fainting beside the Range Rover in front of your gamma guards. That... felt so real, and I just wanted to talk to you, to ask, if this thing is going to kill you, what would then become of me? I have no one else, you know that, right?" I know that, but what I don't know is how the hell pictures of me fainting reached the internet. "Where did you see this, Ellie?" I demand. "Some website called Moonlight," she says. "You know about it?" "Never heard about it. What is it about?" "Werewolf stuff. Can only be accessed thro

This comment had reached three thousand likes. But I was even more shocked by what I read next. "Huh? Sex with an alien tentacle? Wow, they're really specific about the characteristics of the alien they want," I furrowed my brow in disbelief. I couldn't believe the unusual fantasies women have nowadays, and of course, the first one on the list was werewolf or omega verse, which didn't come as a surprise given the number of novels on that topic. "What are they thinking with tentacles? My head hurts." I shook my head and put my phone down on the side table. The internet always manages to fill my mind with all sorts of things.

“I went down the rabbithole. Some guy was telling a story on reddit, and that led to some commenter who knew a guy, and that site had dozens of stories of people who’d seen people shape-shift and then… I mean… I had to.” “Had to what, Meg?” I breathed. She dropped her head, eyes screwed tightly shut. “There’s this part of the web that’s… not really for normal stuff,” she said, grimacing. “But it’s harder to get to, so people are more open and…” She finally turned to look at me, her eyes scared and sad.

Harper’s POV For the hundredth time this week, I scroll through the dark web in search of any more information. Not that I’ve found too much. Other than the chat room that sent me the invitation, a few other sellers have contacted me through the private chat rooms to try to sell me potions, pets, and other indecent services. I had one seller from a place called Madame Mim’s who was trying to rent out some of her faeries for different nighttime services. When I realized that people would offer up services like that, I started taking note. I’ve taken screenshots of several conversation starters, especially ones that had to do with potions and spells that I know are illegal.