Jane Creepypasta 소설 & 이야기

His gaze fixed on her eyes. Una silently swallowed. Weren’t there any complications once Una told him who she was? That she came back from the dead and became a demon? Either way, she’d end up dead anyway. Una gambled his last hope of survival. “I am Una, a lowborn in the Nacht territory…” she paused before she added, “I was Hevian’s bride….” Drite’s eyes widened. “No way!” “I am telling the truth! Let’s make a deal. I can’t die again… I’ve just been resurrected!”

She opened it—pages parting easily now, as though the book recognized her exhaustion and offered no resistance. She flipped past the early chapters she had already memorized. Deeper. To the sections she had only skimmed before, too afraid to linger. *Control of the Undead* The script here was denser, colder. Diagrams of binding circles, sigils of domination, lists of names for the restless dead. Zombies—simple thralls of flesh, bound by will alone. Ghouls—carrion-eaters, drawn by hunger, controlled through offerings of meat and bone.

From Tessa’s Perspective: I spent a week acting like a totally creepy stalker. I guess that’s kind of how I usually act in a way except, usually I’m doing it for work. This time, I’m doing it out of pure curiosity for another person. Damien. I’ve spied on him a few times from afar like a creep just watching his daily rituals. I’ve been practically ignoring all job requests, only visiting the bulletin board once this week whereas I usually take a job every two to three days. I looked as far back into his background as I could but it’s as if he didn’t exist before he started his business. There’s no family information, no childhood, no past jobs, nothing. I guess society doesn’t give two shits

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

The sight sent an icy chill down my spine, and I felt the cold tendrils of dread wrap around me. I couldn’t look away, even as my heart thundered in my chest. Whatever these beings were, they were trouble. My eyes then peered on the bed, and saw Anton there, making love with someone as if his life line was on the line. I look closely at the woman who he was penetrating with, it looks like a succubus. Did somebody visit him again or this was just a dream with this girl called Mira? His sexual desires were already fulfilled, he couldn't be visited again so was this Mira? His depression was giving him nightmares like this?

We’d gone camping and I vividly remember fucking Naomi Lane on a bed of shrubs . Jane- Naomi Lane… she sounds like she’s way out of your league. Hunter- You need to start getting more creative with your insults shortcake. The night I fucked your throat, you didn’t seem to have a gag reflex. Does that mean you get your throat rammed often? Jane- Yes. My turn. Have you ever been fucked by a cock before? Hunter- No, but I’ve wondered about it though. What it would feel like. Jane- I can totally envision you being fucked by a cock. You look like you’d fit perfectly in a gay p**n.

she urged, but all she received was silence. "Fucking let me go, or I won't be..." Janice's words trailed off as the creature twisted its head, fixing her with its large bug-like eyes, before leaping into the hole. The air was chilly and damp, giving the impression of a dungeon, according to Janice's assessment. She narrowed her eyes, their glimmer faintly visible in the darkness. The walls were covered in creeping mould, causing Janice to wrinkle her nose as she reached out to Alessia.

Thane's POV Jane and Joe tortured me almost every second. They starved my soul, body , and mind. It persisted until I was absolutely clueless about everything and anything. I had given into all of their wishes. Their desires had become mine, and I lost every thought of mine. I had become something like a puppet. I was probably even worse than one. “Do you love Scarlett Kraven?” Jane asked, walking into the room again. “No.” I growled, and she cackled in an evil manner.

The slime demon was gone. Red and Anya had seen what had happened. Jane's hair had come shooting down shortly after the monster's intentions had been made clear and encircled the thing, pulling it up to the rooftop before it could make a sound. The two women found a fire-escape and quickly made their way up, arriving at the roof of the building just in time to see one of the demon's limbs land on the edge. Jane had ripped the monster apart. She was dripping with the green blood of her victim, and her eyes were barely human themselves. When she saw Red, the humanity returned and she dropped to her knees, crying like a child.

Jay was gone. Jess tried to turn to run but was unable to pull her feet from the tar. She tried to dig out of it. The more she clawed at the substance the more took its place. Jess suddenly became aware of the thing standing over her. She could feel it breathing on her and she saw its giant claw like feet. Jess was to scared to look up but allowed her eyes to creep up inch by inch. She found herself staring into it's eyes. She let out a ear-piercing scream. “Gotcha pretty girl.” It snarled before opening its mouth and swallowing her whole.