Creepypasta Lemon X Reader Novels & Stories

I whisper as I let him go and move back to Lawler’s side to show him what Leon has created for me. Leon steps forward once again, this time instructing something different. “Your people love you and respect you, all of you. Open the book.” He insists as he steps away from us to a group of Vampires who all turn their attention to me. “Open it.” Lawler insists impatiently. Lifting my hand to my mouth to stifle a sob, I read the first page.

Thankfully, the young man who had approached me was gone. I checked the room, trying to find Lisa, but there were no signs of her. I walked toward the pools, only to find my cousin getting her pussy eaten out by the handsome guy from before, while another guy with blonde tipped dreads had his dick down her throat. I closed my eyes and shook my head. I had to go.

But then I took a breath of relief when I recalled that Klara would definitely inform him that she had found me and that I was doing okay. “I hope so,” Lea chimed in and I shook my head. She then continued, “Good that we found our mate and it happens to be that delicious looking man.” “Lea!!” I shouted at her and she giggled. I flipped the page that I had been reading and my eyes found that a page was rather incomplete. It just had a drawing of a black creature but there wasn’t much about it. “Najak-The Lich” I read the title of the page out loud to myself as my thumb outlined the drawing of the creature.

Lucas ordered as he stepped out, his posture shifting into something alert and ready. Graham cracked his knuckles. “If this is Lena—” “Don’t assume,” Lily said, though her pulse was racing. They approached the door slowly. “Hello?” Lily called, her voice steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins. There was no answer as Lucas pushed the door open the rest of the way and froze. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Lily stepped past him and blinked. Lexa sat cross-legged on Lily’s bed, flipping through a notebook like she owned the place. Lucian leaned casually against the desk, his arms crossed, watching her with an amused expression.

--- The First Page Slides into view. --- Xavier's Eyes Move Across It Once. --- Twice. --- Then The color drains from his face. --- Completely. --- My Voice "Xavier?" --- Nothing --- Xavier Just keeps staring. --- Finally He hands me the page. --- I Read It And immediately understand why. --- Because It's A Letter. --- Written By Elena. --- Dated Three days before her death. --- My Hands Shake As I read the first line. --- > If you're reading this, something has gone terribly wrong.

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I saw a giant face, blurred and distorted by the perspective, staring down at us with wide, terrified eyes. The Reader wasn't a monster. The Reader was a teenage girl with messy hair and a coffee-stained shirt. And she was **Screaming**. --- ### The Leak The girl dropped the book. As the "World" fell through the air of the "Real" room, the ink began to spill. I felt myself being pulled out of the paper. My legs were no longer made of words. They were turning into liquid black ink, splattering onto a wooden floor that was older and more real than anything I had ever known.

he began slowly, "I think there might be something more to this story than you realize." I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by his words. "What do you mean?" I asked, eager to uncover any hidden depths within my own work. Lex walked over to the bookshelf in the corner of his office and pulled out a worn leather-bound journal. Its pages were yellowed with age, and its cover was adorned with faded gold lettering. He turned to a specific entry and handed it to me. "This is an old story I wrote years ago," Lex explained. "It shares striking similarities with yours - the themes, the characters, even some of the plot points."

My lips were parted, my breathing ragged, my body still trembling from the intense orgasm…showing him without saying a single word just how much I had been dripping for him all this time. Harlan’s stormy gray eyes stayed fixed on me, dark and intense. His jaw tightened, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob slowly as he swallowed hard. For a moment he didn’t move, just stood there taking in the sight of me; flushed, dripping, and still on Blake’s cock. Then, without a single word he dropped a file on Blake's table, then he turned and left, closing the door quietly behind him. I stayed there, heart racing, a satisfied little smile tugging at my lips as Blake's cum continued to leak down my thigh