Novel & Cerita Grinny Cat Creepypasta

Spiders crawling on my skin. Her grin spread wider like a Cheshire cat’s. “Can you kick her out? The maid. I don’t like her.”

Poison Granny sneered and said, “Heh. You’re such an inferior person who only knows how to run your mouth. You’re just a stain in Sir Ares’ good reputation.” When Zayne heard these words, he was so enraged that he wanted to get up once again to argue with Poison Granny. However, his whole body went limp and he fell straight to the ground as soon as he got up. It made Poison Granny ridicule Zayne repeatedly, “If you don’t want to die, just lie there as stiff as a corpse.”

The words came from the mouth of a man who stank of alcohol and his graying hair was plastered to his forehead with sweat. He leered at Gianna, swaying slightly on his feet. “What's a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone?” Gianna's skin crawled as if a thousand spiders had decided to throw a rave on her body. She took a step back, hands raised in a universal ‘back the fuck off’ gesture. But Drunk and Creepy wasn't taking the hint. He lurched forward, grabbing Gianna's hand with fingers that felt like overcooked sausages.

She looked up at him with that same sly smile she used when she knew she’d won an argument. “Still think I’m too young for this?” She teased, voice husky. He groaned something incoherent, thumb brushing her cheek. I watched Uncle Marcus grabbed Gracy, pulling her up. His hands rested on her waist, propelling her to the bed. Grscy smiled smugly before she knelt on the bed, her booty shot upward. Her hands parted her ass, revealing her thick wet pussy. “Fuck me.” She commanded. “Gracy!” I snapped, my control shredding to pieces