Creepy Text Stories Novels & Stories

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

I can’t just stand and watch this. I step back from the door and grab my phone. My hand trembles as the screen lights up. I type: immortal beings myths, then Elaria supernatural stories. Search results pile up—cheap blog posts, conspiracy forums, old news snippets. It all feels fuzzy, not making sense. But one word keeps popping up: werewolf.

She wanted to try something she'd never done before. She stretched her legs wide open, one hand resting on the floor to support her weight. Bernard finally opened his eyes and straightened his back at that point, and his eyes widened when he saw her. "M-Monette..." he exclaimed, stunned. She smiled seductively at him while tracing the sperm he had spurted on her hair. She pressed her two stains with his juice fingers together. "Watch me," she said seductively. And without taking her gaze away from him, she inserted her two semen-coated fingers into her wet pussy. And as his fingers entered her womanhood, she exclaimed and looked up. She began moaning as soon as she moved her fingers. Inside

The ceiling had a black stain which, even at a certain point it had its magic, and it was almost as if it was hypnotic. It could plunge you into a trance and think loosely or was it the nonsense I used to tell others, especially to Jaime. My mind came and went until the image of Susana invaded it, and I could imagine her lips, her scent. The phone began to ring, bringing me out of the trance state I was in. I got up and saw that it was Jaime. He had sent a text talking about the story that had passed to him in the afternoon. “Hey Jack, the story is pretty good. You should send it,” Said part of the message. It made me think.

Buzz. Another text message hits the screen. My thumb taps the box instantly. "I am the alpha who bred you in the dark." Those simple words hit my brain like a giant bolt of lightning under the moon. The actual party? Is this anonymous texter the exact savage male wolf who ripped my thighs apart inside Room 608 of the Crimson Fang Lodge six winters ago? My whole soul falls into an absolute panic, my secret place throbbing with a mix of old terror and dirty heat.

It's been five good years yet I'm still deprived from sex and honestly it's been exhausting and emotionally draining. ****** It was past 11:30pm and I stood to go home. After drinking for the longest time, I was very horny…like really horny. I got into the car, half drunk and half aware of what I was doing. I drove back to the Blackwood Mansion. The mansion was still the same, towering amongst all other houses there. Every corner was decorated with ornamental flowers and two guards were always standing at the door. I managed to walk inside trying to hide the fact that I was really horny and not in a good condition.

It was too close, too tied to my father's property. On the afternoon of our meeting, I pulled out my phone and sent her a quick text message, changing the location to a luxury hotel suite downtown, sending her the address and room number instead. She replied almost instantly. Change of plans? I like a man who knows how to keep things discreet. Later that afternoon, while buried in high-stress executive meetings at the office, my phone buzzed on the glass desk again. It was a short text message from another unsaved number. Are you sure you truly want me there tonight?

He didn't even glance at the staring vampire as he began munching on the prepared human meal. 'Delicious. This is so delicious.' 'It's nothing like instant noodles or ordered rice. This is so sweet.' Uea ate with happiness. After an hour of stuffing meals into his belly, he lay back in bed and parted his legs, showing his beautifully sculptured body to the vampire. "I'm done eating," He beckoned the vampire over. "You can come and eat, too." This was how he wrote the story. The main character would eat, and then the vampire would also eat the main character.

Chapter 2: Tears and Trembling Sophie lay sprawled on the wide leather couch, her pencil skirt bunched around her waist, blouse open, her breasts heaving with every shaky breath. Thick white cum slowly leaked from her freshly deflowered pussy, dripping down her inner thighs and onto the expensive leather. Her face was flushed and wet with tears. Her virgin hole throbbed with a deep, burning ache. Alexander stood over her, his massive cock still rock-hard and glistening with their mixed juices. The unknown substance in his mother’s stew continued raging through his system, keeping him painfully erect and desperate. His balls felt heavy, full, and aching for more release.