Creepypasta Lemon X Reader Novels & Stories

Kimberly followed right after, shuddering and grinding through her orgasm, flooding my pussy with her hot release. We were still locked together, pussies pressed and grinding slowly through the aftershocks, when the library door suddenly opened and Leo, our private cook, stood frozen in the doorway with a tray of fresh fruit and drinks. His eyes went wide with pure shock and the tray he was carrying trembled in his strong hands as he stared at us — me on my back on the desk with my legs spread wide, Kimberly on top of me, our naked pussies still pressed together and glistening with our combined cum, both of us flushed and breathing hard.

She scraped her chair closer. “Whether it is in fact that, or the work of someone's imagination, I'm not sure. But it contains a small section about the matter of such interest to the Nyland family—one-fanged vampires.” He thumbed slowly through the pages, stopping about halfway through. “Ahhh, here it is.” He looked up at Leesa. “I don't expect you read Italian?” Leesa shook her head. “No, just English.”

June leaned closer to confirm her suspicions of the creature that Madison found to make sure that it was what Veronica had morphed into. “A Lamia? “June said. She read the description of the folklore. “Seriously, where did you find this book? “ “Like I told you before, I found it on the bookshelf down there,” Madison said as she continued to scroll through the pages. “Trying to find out what coach Lockwood turn into? “April G asked. “Yeah, I think I just found it,” “Well, do not keep us in suspense,” June said. “He was an aqrabuamelu. Apparently, it is a scorpion human hybrid that feeds on virgins and young women, “

She nodded and invited Sasha and me to join her for tea before gliding back out of the room. I waited for Sasha to follow her before querying Mitch on just who Justin was. To my surprise, and relief, he was a one-thousand-year-old handler. I was going to have help! This fantastic news far overshadowed the shock of Sasha’s presence and helped alleviate some of the embarrassment that I felt when I remembered Sasha’s groping caused my breast to leak milk onto my shirt. This was something that I hadn’t remembered while being scrutinized by Keona. Thank goodness the woman had the tact not to mention it. I almost skipped out of the room to give my breasts the attention they greatly needed, shower,

Lucian sat across from me, posture straight and controlled like always, but his eyes lingered on my legs a second longer than they should have. “Nora,” he replied, that deep steady tone sending another pulse straight to my clit. “Tell me exactly how it felt when you touched yourself. No holding back. This is where the real work starts.” I bit my lip and shifted again, feeling my soaked panties stick to me. Fuck, his calm way of demanding the dirty details is making me throb worse than my ex ever did.

He nudged her knees with his foot until she made a noise of protest and then grudgingly shifted half an inch. “Just need ten minutes of doomscrolling before I doom‑sleep,” he said. “Romantic,” she muttered, eyes still on her own screen. He smirked and opened a browser. An article about urban legends melted into a link roundup about horror web serials. He clicked one without thinking, thumb lazy. The site that loaded wasn’t flashy. Plain white background. Black text. Username at the top: **InkAndAshes**. Title: **SURVIVAL GAME – EPISODE 1: THE BUS**

And Lucian, standing right in the center of all of it like some dark, brooding sentinel. I couldn’t shake the image of him from my mind—the way he’d looked at me in the library, his eyes filled with so much intensity it practically crackled in the air between us. But it wasn’t just the attraction that had my pulse racing. It was the sense of something more. Something... ancient. And dangerous. “Great, Chloe,” I muttered under my breath, standing up and pacing in front of the dusty shelves. “You came here for a story, and instead, you found a sexy werewolf soap opera. Good job.”

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em

He smiled as their eyes met and he quickly folded the paper that he had been reading and set it down in front of him, chuckling at the perturbed expression that Lexi had on her face as she sat opposite him and reached for the cafetiere of coffee that sat unobtrusively in the middle of the table. "What is wrong with these people? My best friend gets a little horny and all of a sudden everyone is convinced that she's going to be popping out little smut puppies left, right, and center." Lexi murmured as she allowed the aroma of the dark silky liquid that splashed into her cup to fill her senses. Lord Brarthroroz chuckled as he eyed his daughter and sighed lightly.