Haunting Their Asses Novels & Stories

“Jessica, can you go see if the drinks were restocked before the jet leaves the ground.” “Yes Mr. Baphomet, I’ll take care of it right away.” He waited for her to leave us alone before turning his attention back to me. “Alright Levi, what’s going on?” “Well, you do remember Mr. Grey Hamill?” “Oh, do you mean that old guy that I threaten after he told me that I’m a bad influence on you?”

None really had looked surprised, which was odd with nothing else considered. “Yeah, we’re named The Hell Hounds. We got called ‘bitch’ long enough that we wanted to thumb our noses at them. Who’s meaner than a hound of hell? His momma.” Jaxon laughed, and when he finished, “Oh, I like that. You must have really fun training days.”

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

he taunted, squeezing Ashley’s neck with a chilling nonchalance. In the midst of this confrontation, Ashley struggled against Garrick’s grip, her voice strained as she pleaded, “Let go of me, you monster!” The words hung in the air, a desperate plea for release from the clutches of the menacing figure before her. Garrick, his eyes darkening with a sinister gleam, responded with a mocking chuckle. “So, I’m a monster to you now?” he questioned rhetorically, reveling in the emotional turmoil he had ignited.

This look will bring back memories of their nightmares. I can't wait to see them now that they've sunk to the ground and returned to their original place. The mud remains mud. Garbage remains garbage. Dirt remains dirt. I'll return them to their rightful place. I'll return them to their proper place. **

"Breed us every day." I smacked their asses one last time. "I will."

- The bully said, trying to place the blame on a stranger. - It's no use lying, you are also being investigated, it's not to lie. - She said. They laughed, at every corner, but as they turned, they saw the ghostly figure of Nana, who was chasing them, jumping and slashing at them, they had been haunted by every corner, with threats and pursuits from a spirit that was threatening them like them, a day they did with them, accidents happened frequently, hauntings, screams, moans, not being able to sleep.

They began to chant in unison. "The life you lead, you'll pay indeed." Frank could hear them growling, low and menacing, promising retribution he knew he deserved. Then the shadows would swoop over him like a physical weight, and he could feel their teeth gnashing against his skin, tearing at flesh that somehow remained intact when he woke. He'd wake up screaming, drenched in sweat, and immediately grab his whiskey bottle, chugging it down in desperate gulps that never quite drowned out the voices.

Then slapped my hanging tits, yanked my head to the side and spat on my face. This went on for quite a while as the men formed a queue to fuck my ass. All I could do was take all their cocks, crying out and whimper as they drove their cocks in rough and hard until their balls were slapping my ass. One after the other they ravaged my asshole, all the time, roughly mauling my tits, slapping them and my ass, pulling my head back hard as they emptied their cum deep into my shit hole, then had me suck their cocks clean. After about fifteen or so men had reamed out my ass, one man shouted. “Let’s see how many cocks the slut whore can take."

It always happens whenever I'm scared. "Calm down, Cara, lest you reveal your powers to him," Hana whispers angrily. "If that happens we can kiss this place goodbye because we'll be thrown out as bad bloods." Bad bloods. Otherwise known as the Ruined, or the Cursed. The spoilt apples.