Mad Molly Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“The previous doctors put it there when they said they were removing that mole.” “But… doez that mean zee ugly mole iz ztill zere?” he asked worriedly. Yrah covered her mouth. “Oh no, honey, there was no mole. They were trying to trick you so they could put the chip in your back.” Frodo’s eyes shifted to the chip inside the evidence bag. His brows furrowed and his expression became more serious. “May I zee, mam’zelle?” “Ehrm…” She sought Tejano’s eyes for permission. The field supervisor gritted his jaw and nodded. Yrah nudged the bag toward Frodo. “Have at it.”

"I want to taste you when you fall apart. I want to feel this tight little pussy squeeze my fingers when you scream my name." The echoes of his dirty words and relentless stimulation finally shattered her. Marceline's orgasm crashed through her with the force of a tidal wave, making her arch completely off the bed as a scream tore from her throat. Zandrei held her down, lapping up every drop of her release as she convulsed beneath him, prolonging her pleasure until she collapsed bonelessly against the sheets.

Zina answered, facing Molly, her voice dull—like she had already given up. "Zina, you always give up easily. Don’t you trust me? Don’t worry about it. We just have to make the mansion a living hell for that monster the young master married as a wife." Molly’s eyes sparkled with mischief as she spoke, her eyebrows arching suggestively. "How do we do that, Molly? You know I don’t want to find myself in a big mess." Zina’s voice trembled with unease. Her heart pounded as she spoke, her words tumbling out in a rush.

Molly frowned a little when she saw her expression, "The master shouldn't be flirting with you, right?" As if she had heard some ghost story, she stroked her chin in a serious manner, "I believe you when you say he sucks people's blood, why do I feel like I've seen a ghost when you say he spits out love stories with women?" Serena handed the phone back and didn't say anything more. She lay back on the bed, her cheeks rolling. Molly felt even more like seeing ghosts, her mind repeatedly thought about the cold man saying love words, but no matter how she conceptualized it, she couldn't come up with an image like that, so she covered her ears and fell asleep.

I'd been fucking her for minutes until, “Ugh! Fuck! Take that! Take my seed!” I groaned, plunging into her hard as my manhood twitched, releasing ropes of cum into her. “Daddyyyy” she screamed, her eyes rolling backwards in their sockets before she passed out. I knew she had cum on my cock. Burying my face in her neck, I could feel the flicker in my eyes, and the sharp teeth sticking out of my mouth. My fangs had elongated!

The armored vehicle was drowned out by tens of thousands of zombies. The monsters were squeezing and crashing against the defensive layers. The concussion grenade incessantly let off maddening noises, causing the zombies to be in a constant state of frenzy. The safe and wide space in the vehicle was now hell on earth. Jasmine covered her ears. She shouted hysterically, her body tumbling alongside the violently shaking vehicle, "Jason, you absolute b*stard! Turn this bloody thing off!" Her exquisite makeup was ruined and twisted by sweat and fear.

And after what she told me earlier,of what she had seen…” Hollingsworth Manor,July 1984 “I swear to you Polly,”Ginny said in her most excited voice.”I saw her…in my room!” “Calm down Ginny,”Polly implored.”Tell me everything from the beginning.” Polly pulled her younger sister down next to her on the low wall overlooking the garden,where the flowers were in full bloom.Ginny’s beautiful elfin face,so much like her own,was frozen in a mask of pure terror. “I believe you Polly,everything you said about this place is true…its haunted!At first I only felt it,but now… I have seen this evil with my own two eyes!”

The monster releases her with a jerk. There was purgatory cry from him which sounded like an evil's discord. "I began to smell my own filth. Worms began to eat my flesh. I felt disgusted of my existence." A hard slap felt on Amara's cheek but there was nobody found. The girl who she had seen earlier disappeared. Suddenly everything went normal in the room. There was no milk seen on the floor. The room was clean and tidy. Though it was only for a moment Amara breathed a sigh of relief. She heard a knock at the door and the same girl from earlier walked in. Amara was sitting on her bed quivering with terror. She gripped the bedsheet tight in her fists. "Wha what is your name?"

My sister came home three years after she went missing. But every time she saw me, she lost control and tried to kill herself. She blamed me for failing to protect her. My parents begged me with tears in their eyes. "Move down to the basement. We owe her this much. Don't hold it against her. Once she gets better, you can move back upstairs, okay?" I agreed. Seven years passed, and I slowly became invisible in my own home. Then, this Christmas, Mom finally invited me to celebrate with the family. I had barely picked up the knife to cut the cake when my sister suddenly screamed. I jumped up, but before I could react, my sister snatched the cake knife and slashed her own wrist. Mom lunged at me

Aunt Molly replied, coming round, she sat on the table right next to me, another piece of paper in her hand,“ A story worthy of front page Julie-James and Flair Mag material, “ she replied. I blinked twice trying to come down form my lost haze, “I mean, I guess, “ I replied trailing off, “ I could dig up old articles and study them so I can make the perfect story-“ “What?” Aunt Molly asked looking at me as if I had lost an eye, “an old story? Who the hell are you and what have you done to my Mckayla?” she asked. I sighed looking back at her as she continued, “that’s exactly what the other too sorry looking contestants are probably doing right now but not you. You are going to show them that