Grinny Cat Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Two eyes, bright yellow like burning coals, stared back at her, mirroring my fear. "Who's there?" I whispered my voice barely a tremor. The growling grew louder, and closer, sending shivers down my spine. A stench of damp fur and something wild filled the air, making my stomach twist. In the depths of the pit, something stirred, a hulking shape slithering out of the darkness with the silent menace of a jungle cat. As the moonlight glinted off its form, my breath hitched. It was a creature of nightmares all sharp angles and shadows. Razor-sharp teeth gleamed like daggers in the dim light, and its eyes burned with an eerie glow like embers burning in a forgotten fireplace.

It kept seeping little by little and Angel began moaning his groans "Fuck .... Fucckkk!" Angel groaned and took one last deep thrust into me, he had reached his climax and I cried out the moment my squirt came all the way out. Angel had pulled away and let me ease myself but he wasn't leaving me completely as his fingers reached out to my clits and he began rubbing it till I was completely eased out.

Grace asked from the far end of the table, her tone dripping with amusement as she set her crystal glass down. I followed the direction of everyone’s gaze and immediately understood the problem. Corinne stayed oblivious for all of three seconds, before realization dawned and she slapped a hand over her throat in a useless attempt to cover the dark purple hickeys and marks I had littered all over her skin hours prior. Fredrick let out a booming, unrefined cackle that rattled his coffee cup. “I think that particular wild animal comes in a very specific, six-foot-four human form, Grace. And he looks like he hasn’t been fed in three years.”

But she knew, deep in her bones, that whatever, whoever, that person was, she wasn’t gone. She was just getting started. Grace lay curled up on the bed, still shaking. Her nightgown was wet between her legs. The room felt colder than before. She wiped her tears and tried to sit up, but her body felt heavy, like something was holding her down. "Don’t be scared, Gracie." the voice whispered again, soft and teasing. "You enjoyed that, I could feel how hard your pussy came for me." “Who are you?” Grace said out loud, her voice cracking. “Get out of my head!”

I gripped the sheets, my knuckles turning white, as I let her have her way with me. Catherine was relentless. She was eager, licking and sucking like she was trying to drain the life out of me. I felt my orgasm building up like a tidal wave. I couldn't help it—my hips started bucking, and I began to thrust into her mouth furiously until I finally snapped. I spilled my seed deep into her throat, and I’ve gotta say, it gave me a twisted kind of pleasure watching her swallow every single drop without flinching.

Grim muttered with purplish gue dripping out of his mouth. I shuffled backwards with the ice scrapping on my hands and wetting my clothes but it didn’t matter to me, he was going to hurt me- my eyes narrowed and i stopped. I pushed up to my feet and stared at the monster in front of me. I clenched my fists together and stared at Grim, his grin had reduced and replaced with a snarl.

**ELENA'S POV** The guy with the creepy smile blocked the exit and stepped closer, bringing with him the smell of cheap cologne and tobacco. I guess I could call him Mr. Creepy Smile. “Curious cats,” the tattooed guy chuckled, rolling his shoulders like he was warming up for another kill. “We know what happens to them.” I'll call him Mr. Gold-Tooth. I let my lips curl as I replied to him. “They tend to take someone with them.”

I felt so exposed, so dirty, so needy. The lean alpha with the long tongue moved between my legs. He licked me slow and deep, tongue pushing inside to scoop out the cum, then sucking hard on my swollen clit. I cried out, hands fisting the moss, hips bucking against his face. While he ate me, the others stroked their huge cocks, knots swelling bigger at the base. Precum dripped in steady streams. “Listen to her moan,” the gray one laughed. “She was running from us a few hours ago. Now she’s presenting her hole like a desperate breeding bitch.”

The very expensive and elegant looking party. I am never good in describing stuff, never! I think that’s why I didn’t notice Gwen come by and Grace walking away. Nope, that’s not it at all. “Look who the cat dragged in.” Her sour face immediately breaks in to a glee, “I am so glad that my brother is suddenly a little harmless cat. I can crush him easily!” “Okay, okay. I know that you are a psycho but please refrain from giving me the creeps,” I raise my arms up and look at her clothes, “Gosh, a dress with a slit. Really?”

But his grip remained firm, forcing me to trace the cool bone as his hands guided mine to the hollows beneath his brow. “Feisty, aren't you?” he laughed harshly. “Sure I am,” I spat through gritted teeth, fighting my disgust. “Can I have my hands back now, please? Jeeze, how do necrophiliacs find this attractive-” He pressed my index fingers under the hollows of his eyes, shutting me up as I squealed in disgust. Shocked, instead of finding maggots or rotten brains, I felt warm skin beneath the skull, as if...