Jane The Killer Creepypasta Novels & Stories

She was staring at the ceiling, trying hard to pretend none of this was happening. “What’s your name?” I asked. She hesitated. “Jane. My name is Jane.” Jane? Even her name was common. “Who are you, Jane? I asked. Her head turned toward me. “I’m a maid,” she said. “Obviously,” I retorted. “Who owns you?” I asked. “I'm a person of my own. Although I work for Alpha Theo, the alpha of the blood moon.” Something stir within me as she mentioned the blood moon. How did a wonderful treasure like her end up in the blood moon?

With a grunt the grey man-thing shoved Jane onto his huge foot long phallus. Jane screamed out in pain. Then the mammal began to brutally fuck her, holding onto her hips and moving her up and down very fast. The two-inch-wide cock ripped and tore her sensitive vagina, causing her excruciating pain. The housewife could take it no longer, and begun to pass out from the brutal fuck. Spots appeared in front of her eyes before she saw nothing but only felt the pain, much of which she would mercifully not remember. Jane awoke laying upon the cold gravel floor an unknown time later. Above her the mistress stood, her legs straddling the housewife's face. Even as she first opened her eyes, she saw th

She couldn't scream, couldn't move only her eyes flashed with panic. "Zack she's going to die no one will find out about her let me fuck her pussy. Look she is dripping already," Jim said. His cold eyes ran over Jane's trembling body. “Shut up you fool! She is wet because of the waves, get your ass off from here and go do what you are supposed to do” Zack muttered, stepping closer. Jim left unwillingly, Zack looked at Jane his eyes rested on her breasts, then below. 'he is right though, it's a waste if nothing is done with you'

When Alex did not respond, Jane cocked her head to the side with a mischievous grin and said, "How about that, Mr. Poole? My understanding about you has been rather accurate from all the years I've been with you, hasn't it?" "... Why would you think that I'm here to kill you?" Alex asked. Jane laughed in disbelief. "Mr. Poole, it--it's not even funny anymore for you to ask a question like that. I already know all about how much you want me dead from the third day after you chased me out. I almost died on top of a mountain; I came close to being raped by half a dozen vicious men before death, and now you are asking me why I think that you are here to kill me? Alex Poole, am I that stupid in y

I couldn’t tell if I was awake or trapped in a dream. "You came back to me? Did you come to kill me?" I let out a laugh. "I won’t even fight you. Do it." "Makarius," the voice said, and I opened my eyes to see Jane. My hand went around her neck. "Leave, or I will kill you." My glass hit the door after she closed it.

“Fucking bleed out, you stuck pig,” Jane growled. She ripped the knife out of my thigh, and somehow that hurt worse. The blood poured down, staining the front of my dress crimson. I trembled. I couldn’t find words, only cries of pain. “You think I have any lingering feelings for you? For Elva?” Jane crouched over me. Her face was twisted with vicious mockery. Her lip was curled in disgust. “I have hated you since the womb, bitch. I have lived and dreamed for this moment. And now that it is here?” Jane began to laugh maniacally.

And in the face of all these things that stand in my way, I will remove them all, just like those enemies that I have torn apart! My wolf compromised, he stopped growling. And I tightened my grip on Jane, letting her watch as the captives were torn apart one by one in front of her. Jane was trembling and her face was as pale as white paper. I was annoyed by her performance. This cowardly woman made me feel confused! Although her body, face, and breath fascinated me, I couldn't help but feel disgusted with her inside. My instinct was to love and care for her because she was my mate, but my reason was to dislike her and stay away from her because she was too fragile a woman.

Almost a washed out, like he has been around too long, and his eyes have lost their luster. When he forces a smile, I notice several teeth missing and one cracked in the front before he closes his mouth while waiting for me to do something. As the two of us stand there in this awkward moment, I speak up and answer, “I am Jason Hathaway. I believe you have heard of me, but it isn’t what you think. I am not a serial killer but rather I have been afflicted with the same thing you have and that wasn’t a red-haired woman but merely a creature that feeds on us to exist that attacked you yesterday.” I can only assume he doesn’t know what to say, because the next minute he just opens his mouth an

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.