Creepypastas Sally Novels & Stories

Li said once we arrived in front of the Byzantine-era restaurant. “Red Tail.” Wilt read the sign. “You never told us we’re going to Sally’s guild.” The Shaolin shrugged sheepishly. “You never asked.” “Well, it’s almost noon,” Alex said. “We should at least try their best-seller.” Our growling stomachs made us convinced. I hoped their vegetarian-styled pizza was worth a gold-class like Li said. The second we stepped inside, Sally appeared in a red waitress uniform. We were all glad to see her again.

Sally tried to move, but her restraints would allow her to. "I didn't want you to touch me. That was rape. Please let me go," Sally begged. Cressida smiled evilly, moving her finger in and out of her until she was wet. She leaned down and bit Sally's nipple before sucking on it while the woman sobbed. She loved making them cry; it excited her.

he says smiling at her. "Good answer, you smart boy," Sally laughs, releasing his cock and pulling him against her. "You know exactly what to say," she chuckles, leaning against him, rubbing her tits across his slippery chest as she runs her hands down his lower back. Her hard nipples, slick with soap, glide back and forth on his soapy chest as she cups his ass cheeks, grinding her hairless pussy against his soapy cock. "So who was she?" Sally asks. "That's just it, we don't' know," Chris answers, his hands soaping Aunt Sally's back and sliding down to squeeze her ass. "Randy says we know her, but he's not telling us who she is."

“Who are you looking for?” Sally crouched down, maintaining the same eye level with Adrian. “Your eyes…” Adrian blinked. “Ugly?” “No,” Sally said despite her heart thumping rapidly. “It looks like a certain someone I know.” Inside the apartment, Fia instantly stood up and walked to the door. She let go of her wariness when she saw it was Sally. “Excuse me, miss. Did you get the wrong apartment?” Sally raised her head and saw her, and she quickly stood up and said, “I’m sorry. I just got down from upstairs. Mr. Maxwell told me about you. I got a bit curious and came down to take a look. I didn’t realize it really was you.”

Sally answered, we were silent for a few seconds before Grandpa called me over "I will be right back" I said and walked over to the old man "Its pretty late, shouldn't you take Sally home?" The old man asked, I looked at my wrist watch again, it was already 8pm and I also needed to take Rita back to her school "We will get going once her little sister arrives" I answered, just then, we heard someone scream loudly, When I turned to see what had made the person scream, I was horrified to see Sally on the floor having what appeared to be a seizure, I rushed over to her with grandpa following behind

They were all on edge. Celeste took another breath, forcing herself to calm down. Sally was the one taking the risks in the first instant. After would be her turn after; she could be worried then. She took Sally's hand in her own. "Are you already for your camp out?" Sally rolled her eyes. "There's something to be said for having richer then sin Mates. I had no idea how many creature comforts could be brought in miniature form and stuffed into cargo pants. I hope I can remember how to build a fire, Brownies was a long time ago and I hated it."

I look away from her face. She cries, "Look at what you did to my wall!" I raise my head slowly, my hands trembling. I look from Sally's angry face to the wall. I don't even like dumplings, but food in the Royal dungeons is a nightmare: dry biscuits and gravy in the morning, stale bread and some unidentifiable soup in the afternoon. Then dumplings at night that taste like metal, if metal was liquid. "Did you hear what I said?" she yowls, the veins rising in her trunk like neck. "Or do you need another reminder?"

Holding a kitchen knife and a long strong rope, Sally wanted to make sure everything would look like a sucide. She waited until the cook was finally in her room done for the day's work. She looked back from where she was hiding, and came out heading towards her room. Immediately she slowly opened the door, she couldn't find the lady anywhere. Seems like she had gone or she was aware of what had happened. Sally was doomed, she couldn't afford to lose control of the situation or become distracted when the lady who did the job perfectly was still out there.

“It’s strange, isn’t it? She spent so long controlling everyone around her, twisting every story to make herself the victim. And now...” “Now she’s the one being torn apart,” Sally finished for me, her voice dripping with satisfaction. The waiter arrived, placing our meals in front of us. The rich aroma of pasta mixed with truffle oil filled the air, but I barely noticed. My hunger wasn’t for food tonight it was for the justice I’d been waiting for, the justice I never thought I’d see. Sally leaned forward, her voice low and conspiratorial. “So,” she said, a sly smile on her lips, “what’s next? Are we just sitting back and enjoying the show, or do you have something bigger planned?”

Just then, the sound of soft footsteps echoed from the doorway. His head snapped up. A familiar figure strolled in—Sally. She wore that same calm, gentle smile as her gaze swept over him, clearly admiring her handiwork. Dean’s expression turned ice-cold. “What the hell are you trying to do?” Sally merely chuckled, her voice as soothing as if she were speaking to a petulant child. “I just wanted us to spend some quality time together.” Dean let out a sharp, humorless laugh. “And this is your idea of ‘quality time’?”