Dr Smiley Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“She kept pausing too long and breathing all weird! I knew it! I’m a freak magnet!” The doctor grabbed her bag like it was a life raft. “And if I hear even a whisper,” Damon said, “a single whisper of this conversation or this room or this mating bond from anyone in your clinic, I will find you. And if I find you…” He smiled. Not a sexy smile. Not a soft one. A terrifying, Alpha, predator smile that said run. “You will not like what I do next.” The doctor was out the door before he even finished the sentence. Like sprinted. Like sprinted-for-her-life out of the room like she was on fire.

I said, "Okay! But we are not going to fuck, Draven. Do you understand? You won’t put your cock in me." He said, "I understand. I promise." I said, "Good. Now look at your hand between my legs holding my panties and pussy." He did, and I told him, "Now smell it." Draven removed his hand and inhaled the musky, aroused scent. He had been rubbing my wet pussy through my panties while I made him cum. He smiled as he inhaled. I said, "Now look back between my legs."

Most people avoided looking at me at all, and when they did, it was usually with pity or disgust for the girl who couldn't speak. I grabbed my whiteboard and wrote quickly, "Watch it." Draven leaned forward, reading my words, and his smile turned absolutely wicked. "Make me." He moved closer as he said it, close enough that I could smell his cologne. Something expensive and dark, like smoke and winter nights. Close enough that I could see the silver in his eyes wasn't just one color but layers of different shades, shifting like liquid metal. Too close. My phone suddenly beeped loudly in my small purse, cutting through the tension. I grabbed it quickly, grateful for the interruption.

He asked, passing me a cup and filling it to the brim, “ My teeth itch and I don't know why. Can you help me?” My face crumbled, “ Your teeth itch?” I asked, worried, my eyes searching his face. “Do you need to see a doctor?” “Yeah I think you look so tempting and my teeth might want to devour you, so they itch.” “What?” I cracked in smile, emptying my glass, “ You are crazy, Dray.” He leaned in and whispered in my ears, his breath warm against my earlobe, “ Crazy? You should be held guilty of driving me crazy.”

Xia's eyes were half-closed when the zombie's dull eyes lightened out of the blue. “Wu…ye…s…wu” the zombie clumsily said, it took a long time for him to organize words as a response. Xia thought it was really funny to see this silly zombie have that kind of expression. Her fetishes for a person's silly appearance make her hook for a moment before snapping back into reality. Xia look over at the zombies not far away from her with a smile still plastered on her pouty plump lips, now it was the zombie turn to be hooked again, he was always really attracted by the little girl smiles, a ruthless smile, a playful smile, a creepy smile, all in all, he was so hooked that he felt he can continue to l

They are lucky I wasn't wearing my heels today. I tried to control my grin when I saw small peepee guy's crooked nose. Scar looked at me confused and I mouthed to her who the second dick was. "Well well well, look what the cat dragged in", Crusty clapped his hands once, and what looked like a smirk appeared on his face making me roll my eyes. " More like you fucking chased us, but ok", Scar shrugged her shoulders making me grin widely. Crusty and small both clenched their jaws, the smirks vanishing off their faces.

Gone. Dr. Steele stood there with his cold, twisted smile in place. I couldn’t stand another second of that fucking smile. Always so smug. Always so sure. Always so sharp as it poked and prodded at my flesh. I stalked the man who had beaten me into unconsciousness slowly, my eyes never leaving his. The people who had followed me into the room were now nothing more than blurs of faces and names I could no longer remember. That smile of his slipped when I lunged. My beast squealed with feral joy. He’d made the grave mistake of thinking I’d rely on my magic to end his vile, disgusting life. No, this was personal. Personal in a way my dark magic could never understand.

He replied, I took my brush and added my tooth paste, I was so focussed brushing my teeth when I felt a presence at the floor, I slowly raised my head and was sure to see Venom at the door staring at me with that creepy smile, “Yoo!” I yelled holding my heart, “What?” He smiled “Stop giving me that creepy smile” I groaned, I don't know how he can be so handsome and creepy at the same time, he looked like those guys that are the villains in disguise in movies. I washed my face and came out from the bathroom “Are you scared?” He asked laughing so hard, “Of course if you continue looking at me in that way I have to be scared” I said to him and walk back to arranging my bed, I took my phone and

I said, "Okay! But we are not going to fúck, Draven. Do you understand? You won’t put your cóck in me." He said, "I understand. I promise." I said, "Good. Now look at your hand between my legs holding my panties and pússy." He did, and I told him, "Now smell it." Draven removed his hand and inhaled the musky, arousing scent. He had been rubbing my wet pússy through my panties while I made him cúm. He smiled as he inhaled. I said, "Now look back between my legs."

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h