Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

I cleaned everything up, then plugged my phone in and turned off the lights. Laying there, I couldn't help but wonder who texted me. I picked up my phone and found that UPS Guy had sent me some pictures of his big hard black cock. The last one was his cum leaking down from the tip, all the way to his big black balls. The caption read "This will all be inside of you Friday night. I hope you forget to use protection when that happens!"

This is the first time my assumed 'stalker' is actually reaching out to me and, sadly, I don't really have a clue as to who it is. My phone buzz again. I shiver, maybe it was another text from this potentially deranged psycho. I turn over the phone and look at the screen. My fingers were shaking as I open the message. Thought I would be there? Hate to disappoint but I'm way too smart for that. Looks like you've seen a ghost. Btw it's your time to go in. What are you waiting for Zoey Martinez? 👻 ;-) - Unknown =================================================================== Thanks for reading!

After several calls, he decided to send her a text message from a different number. "Hello, sweet Tessy. It was quite an experience having you in bed. The last time we were together, you were unconscious, and it was so good that I can't stop thinking about it. I want to do it with you again, this time with your eyes open. It will remain a secret, just like the first time. But if you refuse to comply, I doubt you'll still wear that engagement ring on your finger, and your friends' party at school to celebrate your engagement might not happen either. And to top it all off, I have some naked pictures of you that I'm willing to upload on the internet without showing my face if you try to be smar

Scrolling through, I came across a strange text which was probably not from my friend. ‘Hello beauty, you really rocked the stage today. By the way, I heard that the man with you was your relative. Can you please introduce him to me? Please, please, please. It is my heartfelt request.’ The text made me burst into laughter and it was not just a normal laugh, it was loud enough to fill each and every nook of my room. ‘Seems like Buddy’s love story is now going to get a twist. I can’t wait for the climax to end,’ murmuring to myself, I deleted all the friend requests and kept only the text from the lady.

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.

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

They both feel an undeniable attraction towards each other from the moment they've met and they quickly give in to their desires but what will happen when young girls start to get missing and found dead in the woods and HE becomes a suspect? Dear shy, sexy professor A Forbidden love story between Professor Alexander Morero, a 35 years old teacher who teaches Italian language & History at Bedrock university, LA, California and his new student, 20 year old, Jessica Hudson. *#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#*#* Bonus story: My boyfriend's uncle Introduction: He knew he was in trouble. She was the girlfriend of his nephew, and she was off-limits. But he couldn't help the way he felt when he was

It made no sense. I pulled up to the house. Nathan came in yesterday. It was nearly two in the morning, and Nathan should have been asleep or at least trying to sleep. I parked the car in the garage. I saw the night nurse, Zora, on the phone. She looked up from her phone, wide eyed. “Oh, dear God! There you are. Did you get my texts? I’d been texting you for an hour!” I looked at my phone. There had been a dozen texts from her. I hadn’t been able to see them with my phone locked away in the club. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t able to get to my phone. What is it?”

] a friend texted me. She sent a link and I clicked it, the video was dark so I increased the brightness of my phone, I began to hear erotic sounds, I looked closer to see Fredrick… and an unconscious woman no!, no this can’t be true!. This can’t be!. No!!.I felt the phone slip out of my hand and it fell, Zemia cut it before it met its doom.

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.