Jeeper Creeper Novels & Stories

Funny how I had been expecting to see the gathering taking place in a palour or something else. Something entirely different from the supposed small gathering taking place on a beach with a loud song playing in the background and people buzzing around in sneakers, trekkers, canvases, and other foot wares with different logos and signs. I was hella thankful I had followed my instincts and dressed in a long dark blue jeans trousers and a black top along with a matching jacket, Adidas brand's trekkers graced my feet and a random black handbag. Surprisingly, Silas and I were almost matching, he wore white trekkers, blue jeans trousers with a little tear on the knees areas and a white top, only t

The interior was cavernous and dark, towering shelving units still stacked with rotted cardboard and the ghost-smell of food that had spoiled years ago, LUS painting a faint gold path toward the back offices where the readable inventory manifest suggested untouched dry stores might still be sealed and viable. We were maybe sixty feet in when the first Creeper found us. It came out from behind a collapsed shelving unit fast, faster than the dormant readout had suggested, a wet, tearing shriek splitting the quiet as it lunged. Justin's shot took it center mass a half-second before I could bring my own rifle up, dropping it hard, and the sound echoed through the warehouse like a starting gun. "

“Even you don’t want me.” Creed cursed under his breath. He scooped me up again without warning, one arm under my knees, the other behind my back. I buried my face in his neck as he carried me to a black jeep at the edge of the lot. The engine roared to life, deep and rumbling. Cold air from the open window hit my hot skin as we drove away from the hall, away from the laughter, away from everything that just destroyed me.

Katerina That man is crazy! As I scream at him to stop the damn jeep before he killed someone, he’s already pushing on the gas and moving even faster up the road. The scary men outside scatter like cockroaches as we drive off, lifting dust and grass off the ground. “What are you doing? Who the hell are these people?” I snap, my voice raised an octave as I stare at the shrieking figures still chasing after us.

All I felt was exhaustion. On a sunny weekend, I sat alone in the yard, looking at the camellias I'd carefully nursed back to health. New buds were already beginning to show. I made myself a cup of coffee and picked up a book to read. The sunlight fell on me, warm and gentle. There was never a moocher trying to steal someone else's home. It was nothing more than a greedy man and a woman blinded by ambition, together staging a farce that ended in their own humiliation.

says Kateri handing me another set of keys and my jaw drops. “Oh no, this is too much. You didn’t need to buy me a car. I don’t even know how to drive.” “I’ll teach you flower,” says Nico. “You’ve earned this just as much as Nico and Natasha, perhaps more with what you’ve been through.” Beside Nico’s truck is a four door, white Jeep Wrangler Islander with a soft top. On top are KC lights. “We heard how much you liked the pack jeeps so we thought you’d like your own. I’ll drive it back to the house for now until you learn how to drive,” says Dimitri. I rush up to Dimitri and Kateri and give them a hug.

I turned to the road and stopped the jeep. A jeep stopped in front of us and we went ahead to get inside. "Larga!" Jero said to the driver at the same time on the roof of the jeep. The jeep we were riding in has already left. THIRD PERSON POV:) "Guys! Guys!" Coreen called here while running towards the table that her friends were renting. He immediately sat next to Lanie while panting from running. "Oh? Are you okay?" Jacksy asked here while eating the grapes that were still in the bag. Their friends take it there to share as well.

Tig was about to ask him the reason for stopping when he saw Trev enter a nearby forest and drove out a Grand Cherokee Jeep. "Hop in or you still got something else to do here?"He sputtered with pride. Even though they were left perturbed, thinking of how he got the vehicle out of nowhere, however, they obeyed. "You won't stop amazing me Trevor. Where did you get this?", Freya asked out of breath. "Chill girls....... I'm always with a plan B. Now let's save Christine first and decide what happens next. My return to Jekyll won't be funny again". Trevor replied beastly as he sped off the Jeep out of the unknown world.

"Sure. I'm the black Range Rover." All I can think of is her sexy little jean shorts, her smile, and her spunky attitude. This is gonna be fun.

As soon as they hit the road, a jeep crossed them at the wildest speed and the driver stopped the car with a loud sound of screech as they escaped from the near-crash. Christian rolled down the window of his car, looking at the jeep from behind with clenched jaws as he caught a glimpse of someone known.