Creepypasta Hello Kitty Novels & Stories

When she was finished and satisfied with the way it bubbled down her throat, she shot him a smile that made my stomach turn upside down. That was all the confirmation I needed. Draya was the throat goat from Kannon’s dream the night before. I had no proof, but I felt it in my gut. She was the one who crept into the pool house while he was asleep and gave him exactly what I wouldn’t. And he enjoyed it.

Just as I’m about to drift off, my phone chimes again. This time, it’s a text. From Kitten Tamer. “Hello, kitten. I have a gift for you.”

Then— “Hello, kitten.”

I rinse my mouth to find her watching me intently from there, not looking particularly concerned or worried, meanwhile, I'm about to expire from fear. “This has actually been happening for several days, and I’ve taken some drugs to help and suppress it, yet nothing helps. I'm scared, Amanda. Very, very scared. Karma can't be that awful, can it? I mean, I haven’t done anything to warrant karma coming for my ass this way, have I?” “What the fuck are you talking about?” Amanda asks me, coming fully into the bathroom and still staring at my half-naked body in a way that is annoying for some reason.

Kitty didn't waste any time. She lunged forward at her niece, wrapping her arms around her and kissing her deeply on the mouth. Michelle seemed surprised, her Aunt had specifically said not kissing, but Kitty couldn't help herself. She could taste her pussy juice on her niece's tongue. She sucked on the girl's tongue, pulling it hard out of her head, rubbing her hands through the girl's short hair. A few moments later Kitty started to kiss her niece's tits. She sucked on them just as Michelle sucked her. But she was impatient. Soon she was between the girl's legs. Michelle's pussy smelled intoxicating and she had a relatively large, hard clit that Kitty took into her mouth and sucked it hard

I took it to my lips and lapped at it. “Coming!” Putting my slippers on, I walked out of the room and then walked down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs, I noticed a person sitting on our couch in the living room. He was familiar, too familiar. His thick fingers to his huge biceps. He was the same man I met at the hotel. The strange man that wouldn't leave my head. Goosebumps pricked my skin and my insides squirmed. “Good morning honey. It appears we got new neighbours overnight.” Mom smiled and stretched her hand to me, to bring me closer. She seemed excited. Wait, what?

She felt his hand brush the top of her head—just once, just lightly. "Goodnight, Kitten." She looked up. He was already walking away—no smirk, no wink, no acknowledgment that he'd just done anything out of the ordinary. Just the back of his silver head, disappearing into the kitchen. She pulled the blanket up to her chin and grinned at her laptop screen. The video could wait.

After the organized confusion of several teams leaving, the small group sat down to discover everything they’d missed. “Where does the time go? How can it take so long to get everything done?” Aria stared at her phone in wonder. “Because we are the least magical creatures of the supernatural world. A one-trick pony, if you will. We got the party trick of turning into a critter. What do we have here, anyway?” Yolanda pulled a yellow envelope from a pile Gregory tossed their way before storming into his office. He wasn’t angry with him. No, that anger’s reserved for the mother of his future pups. He’d found out she’d made a break from their apartment without Catherine or another Hell Hound bes

She didn’t know much about the Crescent Hill Catacombs, but she knew for sure that it wasn’t that old. What cemented this feeling for Kat was the sight of the thin mist forming on the floor, sheer and shifting but hard not to miss. “Is this fog a part of your magic, Thisbe?” “What fog?” the three Hellborns asked simultaneously. Kat opened her mouth to explain, but she barely strung a coherent description when she saw what was at the end of the hallway they were in.

I need you… | At the bottom of the thread, there’s an empty bar with a simple word “You” and at the far end “Send”, currently unlit. Mrs. Lapuz pauses a bit to consider her next action. Then, she types "Hi" in the bar and clicks send. | SSS Ecto [K&E4ever] __Katey, where are you? I need you… 17 Kayzel_123 [K&E4ever] __Hi | Mrs. Lapuz waits for a reply. She doesn’t really expect there would be one because it’s late. Imagine her surprise when the thread shifts slightly upwards to make room for a new line: