Novel & Cerita Creepypasta Lemon X Reader

She asked. “Alanna I-…” “Need space”. She smiled cutting me off. “Just a little but I’ll see you at school tomorrow”. Only then did I realise I was still standing in my towel. “I’m going for coffee this afternoon with Lacey. The offers there if you want to come. No pressure though”. “Maybe”. I shrugged. “Okay well I better get home. I’ll see you later Leah”. “Bye”. I smiled. .. I had been sat in my room for what seemed like forever. My laptop open researching werewolf’s. I was sat researching an animal that only existed in the wild or so I thought before.

He brought it closer to his eyes to see what it was, and he accidentally took a whiff of the page’s scent. “Is that… lemon? How did lemon juice get on my grandfather’s book?” Steven asked with a confused expression on his face. He thought for a moment, then turned to the candle on his table. He reached for the candle and brought it closer to the book. He turned the last page over in the candle flame and moved the book around so the heat of the candle would reach every corner. And as he raised the book, a sentence written in dark brown ink appeared. “Surely the moon goddess has added a foreshadow that will turn the tide of this story completely and bring about its true ending.” Steven read.

ex becoming chaotic. Liam holds me from behind, kissing my ear, moving within me. Leander approaches, kissing me as I touch him. Condoms scattered on the floor, my body trembling constantly. A member inside me, another teasing my sensitive spot. One kisses my lips, the other my neck. One touches my left breast, the other my right. The room filled with our voices, intertwined. Time blurs, the sheets soaked. My eyes are unable to open. In a daze, I hear Liam say playfully, "This game is fun. Next time, let's try the third difficulty?"

I hadn’t had it in me to go to Djinn and Juice tonight. I was a busy girl, so I could take a night off. It’s not like it would actually impact my client list, anyway. So, I was curled up with a book again, but a totally different book. A dirty book. Leah was out, working a late shift, so wouldn’t be back until the early hours of the morning. So, I was curled up with a cheesy romance that portrayed mate stricken werewolves in the wrong light, and it was just getting to the good part.

I stood beside her, captivated by her unwavering resolve, feeling the tendrils of curiosity tightening their grip on my own consciousness. Time stretched, each passing moment amplifying the tension in the air. And then, as if guided by an invisible force, Lucy's hand halted, trembling in anticipation. Her fingertips trembled above a weathered tome, tucked away amidst its companions on a lower shelf. With cautious reverence, she grasped the aged book, her touch gentle yet purposeful. The cover, bearing the weight of time, whispered secrets in faded ink: "Moonlight's Veil: The Tragedy of the Lycan Lord." The words etched in the worn leather sent a shiver down my spine, a mixture of foreboding

A shiver runs down my spine and goes straight to my stomach that clenches with worry and anticipation. “Wha…” My voice breaks and I clear it and try again. “What kind of punishment?” A leer creeps up on his lips, making his eyes gleam with something mischievous. “I am sure you will find out soon enough.” I visibly gulp at that and bite my lip. His eyes flick down to observe as my lip slowly makes its way out from its captivity between my teeth. “That will be all, Miss Gaard.”

Her psyche range woozily as the aggravation neglected to die down, yet the tip of the craftsman's pen just forged ahead, twisting from the rear of her neck to the throat, where she felt with alarming changelessness the image of the Pleasure Mansion being marked into her, letter by letter. Lannie wasn't completely certain how since quite a while ago had passed, yet sooner or later the consuming tip died down to simply a dull, pulsating hurt encompassing her whole neck and she opened her eyes, dim from the tears, to see the more seasoned French man holding up an advanced mirror - in which her neck, irately red and somewhat enlarged, presently had the very unmistakeable plan that Potty wore. "T

Levi's hands trembled slightly, betraying his eagerness, while Selena's eyes shone with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. Levi's trembling fingers gently turned the fragile page, the crinkle of aged parchment filling the room like a whisper from the past. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes traced the inked letters on the yellowed paper. "The moonlit pack has been here for ages," Levi read aloud, his voice laced with a mix of awe and disbelief. The words hung in the air, heavy with the weight of a forgotten legacy. He glanced at Selena, who sat beside him, her eyes wide with anticipation, her chest rising and falling with each breath.

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I pictured those same tits in my hands, her body twisting and moaning while I slapped them until they bounced and turned red. “Mother, what is going on?” Darius asked, snapping me out of the filthy haze. “Haven’t you noticed something strange about your city Luna?” He frowned, glancing between me and his mother. “What is strange?” “She has no scent,” his mother said. “I noticed it yesterday. She is fooling you.” Darius turned to me, “I noticed that too, Lyra. Why don’t you have a scent?” Tears burned at the corners of my eyes. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out.