Female Creepypasta Characters

My boyfriend, Zayne Jefferson, is particularly gifted in certain ways. Every time we're intimate, he insists on trying something new. More than once, he gently coaxes me, saying, "Once you graduate, we'll get married." And I believe him. I throw myself into my studies, pushing hard to finish my credits early. At the same time, I secretly watch all kinds of videos at night and read up on techniques. I want to keep his body satisfied. One night, I stay up too late studying and miss curfew. I run to the bar to find him, where I overhear him chatting with his friends. "Zayne, is your girlfriend really that wild in bed?" one guy asks. "Of course. He trained her himself!" another guy says. "What about Yasmin?" Zayne exhales a stream of smoke, his eyes soft. "She's different. She's pure." In that moment, I begin to hate him. Back on campus, I make a call to my professor. "That secret program you mentioned… I want in." From this day on, my life belongs only to my career.

A young lady who came from a middle class background meets with a ruthless, arrogant Mafia boss..... Female lead....... Stephanie Banks, from a middle class family she has jet black hair, blue eyes, and a beautiful body shape that can make any guy go crazy and any lady jealous. A collage drop out . Male lead....... Ken Walter, one of the well know Ruthless mafia leader all over the world, u don't want to get on his bad side. He is a tall, handsome, sexy man. He has dark brown hair. What happens when this too cross part and things get worse for Stephanie than it already have in her life. When her dad borrowed money form this ruthless arrogant Mafia boss and couldn't pay at the appointed time. He has to sell his daughter to him in order not to get killed. What happens when she got bought buy the ruthless Mafia and she was forced to go to his mansion to live with him and she has to follow every rule given to her if she still wants to be breathing. When he abuses, torture ,torment rapes her whenever he wants and when he pleases but later finds out she is his Addiction and he will do every thing to protect her but will he be able to make her love him again. What happens when she gets pregnant will love prevail over hatred. Find out in this lovely story. Other characters will be introduced as the story continues......

The day my son is born, my husband holds him tightly, looking overjoyed. However, while I'm asleep, he secretly swaps my son with the child next door—his first love's baby. I act like I know nothing and arrange for someone to switch the babies back. My husband wants me to raise someone else's child as my own but has no idea he's not even the father of my son. Ten years later, I transfer all my assets to my son's name as a birthday gift. That's when my husband's first love, Amanda Larkin, crashes the birthday party. She looks at me smugly and says, "The son you've treasured for the past decade is actually mine!"

Albert Roosevelt was the crush I was never meant to have. Like an idiot, I believed loving someone meant giving them everything, even if they didn't care about you. So, I trailed after him like a desperate puppy, bending over backward to meet his every whim. When he couldn't afford tuition, I begged Dad to fund him, sending him to the best schools. When his worn-out clothes made him a laughingstock, I pitied him and showered him with designer labels. And what did he do? He used what I gave him to chase after a gold-digging campus belle. To keep up appearances, he blew through money like it grew on trees. He even spread rumors that he was the real heir to the Roosevelts. To him, I was just an ATM. "Your family's loaded. It's not like you'll miss a few hundred grand. If you're gonna be stingy, maybe you should stop following me around," he said when his wallet ran dry. And like a fool, I believed that if I kept paying, someday, he'd love me back. After graduation, I funded his startup. The second it took off, he married the campus belle. He had the nerve to claim he earned everything through nothing but hard work. So, I crashed his wedding, and he buried a knife in my chest. "Only when you're dead, Eve Roosevelt. Only then will my pathetic past stay buried." When I opened my eyes again, I was face-to-face with a scowling Albert. "You can't scrape together a few hundred thousand dollars? It's Bianca's birthday. Are you trying to humiliate me?" I looked around the room and rolled my eyes. "Sure, I'll pay. But first? Kneel. You look pretty enough. Consider it charity, peasant."

In the sixth year of my marriage with Zach Elroy, his workplace finally allocated us a small, two-room flat. I was overjoyed. I told our daughter she would finally have a bed of her own. But Zach said coldly, "This room is for Jennifer and her daughter. You and Kathy can keep sleeping on the floor." In my past life, we fought bitterly over it. He eventually gave in. But while I was away on a work trip, he went back on his word. He brought Jennifer Cross into our home and made our daughter, Kathy, sleep on the floor. That night, when Kathy came down with a high fever and cried out that she felt sick, he was reading Jennifer and her daughter a bedtime story. Our daughter passed away that night. Now, in this life, I calmly laid out the bedding on the floor and said, "Whatever."

On New Year's Eve, I prepare a feast. The clock strikes twelve, but my husband, Vincent Porter, still isn't home. My daughter, Lorelei Porter, tugs at my sleeve and holds up my phone. "Look Mommy, Daddy is at this lady's house!" Vincent has posted an update on Twitter. He is with Christine Snow, his childhood sweetheart. They are smiling at the camera, with a boy who looks about ten standing between them. In front of them sits a swan-shaped cake. The caption reads, "The most special day for the most special you." My heart sinks into my stomach. A marriage that came later in life can never compete with a pair of childhood sweethearts. I accept defeat.

When I was ten, I accidentally overheard my mother on the phone. It seemed like she was talking about me being a switched-at-birth rich girl, and that my real last name was Gardner. The coldness and cruelty my mother had shown me all these years suddenly made sense. When I turned 11, I paid an adult to get a maternity test done for both my mother and me. The results confirmed that I was indeed her biological daughter. I kept the report to myself and pretended I was still in the dark.

When my husband Jason Carter’s first love, Renee Lynn, showed up at our doorstep heavily pregnant in my past life, I still refused to divorce him. She was soon accidentally pushed down the stairs by debt collectors, killing both her and the baby. Ever since then, Jason hated me to the core. Not only did he cheat and keep a mistress, but he also conspired with her violent, mentally unstable brother to kill me. Before I took my last breath, he sneered, “You owe Renee a life. It’s time to pay up.” Fine. I must have been blind. After my reincarnation, I decisively signed the divorce papers, abandoned my savior complex, and stopped meddling in others’ fates. If he wanted to be a pathetic simp, I would let him be.

I’m burnt out being manipulated and used Melinoe A. Cadman, a young lady who lives an unusual life. She was a being who was unaware about her true identity. A lady who conceals her presence with the normal human beings who live on earth and possesses a great power. However, she believes that the great power she possesses is nothing but a replacement for her freedom. She thinks that no matter how great the power she holds, her freedom is being imprisoned as a result. She is someone who’s being manipulated by a powerful beast, a devil who’s also known as “Lucifer”. Lucifer the devil, a powerful creature who is proprietary when it comes to “Zilla” , an evil shadow. He is a dominating and mischievous creature that takes advantage of the desires of human beings. He uses those desires to create havoc and dissonant environments just for its own entertainment. One of its favorites is manipulating Melinoe’s life and making it miserable. Zagrius Leif B. Gaudin, a young man who lives a normal life. He’s an artist who was captivated by Melinoe's charms and intrigued about her being. However, his affection and fondness of her isn’t apparent and mostly misunderstood. He believes that Melinoe is hiding a dark secret, However, little does he know that he also has one and it might be the greatest revelation of all. The lives of these three characters will collide in unpredicted paths, as each step would create a big turn of events in each other's existence. “Will everything end this way?” she asked herself as she watched the night sky. Suddenly, she realized something. No, I shouldn’t let that happen. If it’s going to end, “I should end it my way,” she said with resolve.

On the way to my twin boys' parent-teacher conference, I'm informed that my sons, Ricky and Micky Stallone, have already been taken home by their parents. I'm immediately worried sick about their safety. However, when I look across the road, I suddenly catch sight of a very happy family of four—Ricky, Micky, my husband, Corbin Stallone, and his first love he could never forget, Ingrid Lacelle. Ricky and Micky both run into Ingrid's arms, cozying up to her and calling her "Mommy". Meanwhile, Corbin gently kisses Ingrid's forehead with a doting expression on his face. I join the crowd of envious onlookers, watching the beginning of the end of my marriage.