Creepy Texting Stories Novels & Stories

Definitely not , after what he did. *RING..RING* “Hello.” I answered the call . It was an unknown number. All I can hear is heavy breathing then a heavy husky voice from the other end broke the silence. “Why ain’t you picking up my call?” Chills ran down my spine as I recognised this voice. How can I even forget it? “You…you-” I stuttered “You want me to send your husband our video.” “Please…Please. Don't do it. I'm begging you. I'm your sister.”

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it was an erotic story ,titled the hot kidnapper) I raise an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in my eyes. I push off from the desk and walk closer, my heels clicking on the floor. “A story, huh? You think you can just walk in here and write a tale for me? How about you show me what you’re made of first? Tell me, what’s your fantasy? What gets you going in the dark?” I lean in, my breath warm against your ear, my large breasts pressing against your arm. (Pushing the paper to you I ask you to read it aloud ,you cheeks turn a faint red as you try to explain you brought the wrong story,I press a finger to your lips shushing you and telling you to read, you read it all)

1 IVY’S POV Nobody tells you the truth these days, but I will. You better thank me afterwards. Apartments with cheap rent always come with hidden fees. It could be anything — rats in the ceiling, a pipe leakage that can never get fixed, ghosts in the attic… anything. Mine came in the form of walls so thin they might as well have been made of tissue paper. My name is Ivy and I'm twenty-five. I just moved out of my parents’ house having lived with them for six months, after my boyfriend of five years disappeared with my life savings and most of my emotional stability.

Alexander's fingers caressed the inside of Eve's thighs, and Caspian unzipped his jeans. Alexander growled, his tongue running over the top of her lower lips, Eve moaned and shook her head. Aron bit the skin of her shoulder, hard enough to draw blood. He licked the droplets before grinning. "Yes, your sweet blood and sweet cream are what we crave. Alexander's tongue darted over her clit, Eve's back arching as lightning shot through her. Her skin flushed with heat, and her breath hitched. His words moved over her skin as he said, "We will corrupt you, make you crave every twisted thing we do to you."

I whispered to the empty room. I grabbed my phone again, my thumbs flying across the screen as I texted the group chat. "Girls, my stepbrother is so hot. He just walked out of my bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist." The replies were instantaneous. "Girl, I thought he wasn’t coming yet!" Elena texted back. "Hook us up, please! I want to see him when we come to the party at your place in five days," Divine added. It seemed Divine was already making her move, but as I lay there thinking about the way the water had glistened on Axel's skin, I realized I might want him even more than she dif

All he knows is that I’m a thirty-two-yearold scientist with a kinky side. The only thing I’ve been honest about is my kink. Through my texts, I’m brave. I write my heart out. I tell him my innermost thoughts and the most depraved of my fantasies. I don’t know if I can be that way in real life.

I looked to my phone and typed. Tim: Welcome back. When did you get in? Cynthia: I got in very late last night Tim: Oh. Have you had enough rest? Cynthia: I think so, only I woke up very horny this morning. I paused all movement at that message. But the urge to quickly reply stirred me. Tim: Seriously? Cynthia: Yes. It happens. Sometimes, it can occur for five days straight. Tim: Was this mostly based on the mood we created from our messaging each other, or was it just your mood?

There’s not enough time in the day for me to get everything I want for this room. There’s always tomorrow. Now that the time has come, I’m feeling nervous. So many doubts are creeping in. I have no clue when the other two would be returning. Or what they would do if they don’t find us…. I texted her the code on the app. It’s called BurySecrets. Pretty shady, but it offers anonymity.

Zoe jumped in before I could deflect. “You told us about the messages you saw,” she said quietly. “The ones on his phone. That girl from work, the late-night texts and then the photos… her on her knees, him looking right at the camera like it was nothing. You cried for days, Stella. You said it felt like your chest was caving in.” I swallowed. The memory hit fresh back to how I sat on the bathroom floor at 3 a.m., scrolling through screenshots he’d accidentally left open.