Jenny X Creeper Novels & Stories

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

JENNY knew that her cousin and her mother were not in their mansion, so she decided to go back to get the thing she needed to get there. She didn't say goodbye to Sasha and Dexter because she wouldn't be allowed to leave alone. She went through the back part of the mansion. There was a tree over there and it was easy for her to climb until she can move to a high fence. Before jumping in, she looked around to see if there was a guard around. It was late at night, so she was sure that the three servants and the guard at the gate were already asleep. She tied the rope tightly to the tree and used that to slide down the fence.

Please! " Oh! Hi Xandra! " Jenny greets me. It's so nice of her! It makes me wonder how to chop her body, bit by bit. * Sarcasm * " Oh, hi! " I faked my greet. " Do you want to come with us later? It's Ken's birthday. " Jenny explained then she holds Ken's arm. Dear blood pressure, please go down, don't rise! Drop yourself for a while. Argg!

"What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—" "Yes Jester, yes I am me. Your wife and... your ex-wife, " Jenny said boldly as she undressed her fake facial surgery. The look that Jester had loved for so long was really an impostor. Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart.

Although she looked and could act the part, innocence was not one of Jenny's dominating characteristics. She was five-foot-nothing-just about Darlene's height- but she was petite with small tits, narrow hips, and a small, although nicely-curved, ass that seemed made for grabbing and holding onto. Her nipples were barely the size of nickels but stiffened into wonderful little shirt-tenting nubs at the slightest provocation. She had a cute face and wore her fine black hair in an adorable pixie-cut. If one was casting a p**n movie, Jenny would be the barely-legal teen although she had just recently turned twenty-one. She was also a gymnast and remarkably flexible!

Now that I’ve gotten closer, Jenny looks a lot like Jena. I gulped. She had a similar scent too. Very similar, like she was of the same blood. “What do you want?” Harou asked while Jena looked at them both with a soft look in her eyes. The look was so warm it made me want to rip Harou apart. Jealousy flared inside of me, it rose like flames in hell. “You know that new ice cream parlor that opened up, sweet smiles?” Jenny started bopping her body in excitement, “I want that!”

What did I get myself into? He stood and advanced towards me in an unfriendly manner, I took wary steps backwards. “Exactly what you heard me say, Ayla. You intentionally spilled coffee on me just to get me to notice you. You left the normal elevator and came to the VIP elevator because you knew I’d be there.” “What?! I don’t understand what you’re talking about?” What kind of a brute was he? Was this how he was? The Almighty CEO Jaxon of XM company. The youngest billionaire in the country. Was he naturally like this or money was making him arrogant?

"Oh my goodness, you look terrible. What the heck crawled into you ass and remained there." Jenny asks, on seeing her best friend. "Aaron! Aaron crawled up into my ass and remained there." Alexia replies back bitterly, opening her locker. "Okay....., I'm trying to access the situation that you're in but I've got to ask, how do I access this situation and what is the situation?." Jenny questions, closing her locker.

Jenny goes into a screaming fit again, “no! no! make them stop!” “Tell me what you see?” her aunt begged. “Vampires! They have Jovita and several other she-wolves! I am sure I am looking through her eyes! Make it stop!” Jenny cried out, clawing at her own eyes at the sight of the women being raped and whipped, some of them by more than one vampire at the same time. Ondrink wrapped his arms around Jenny, pinning her arms down. “I have tried everything! This cannot be just dreams. We have to find Jovita!” Ondrink cried.

They try to look conspicuous, but I catch their eyes looking at us. Those eyes. I recognize the gleam in them. Predators. “Crap,” I mutter. “Do you know them?!” Jenny sounds frightened. I need to get her somewhere safe because I can’t let her get tangled in supernatural problems. She was just an innocent human girl who wasn't even of age yet. “They’re like me. As in, from the cult.” I nearly say pack. But I'm not sure if they are from the Rexellen pack. But they are wolves alright.