Romans & histoires Mad Molly Creepypasta

The girl was feeling like a delicate bird in front of him. Azfarin's hair was so tangled that tears came to her eyes due to the pain. The man with the horrible face was staring at her from top to bottom. What happened was that the veins of Azfarin's white neck were becoming clear. The whole body was trembling. The neck and face were drenched in sweat under the influence of fear and heat. A wave of fear ran through Azfarin's wheelbarrow. He put his face very close to Azfarin's face. "The Macy's Moote Harin Brain"

Alysia I curled up, shivering at a corner as memories of the Blood moon pack. I couldn't count the number of times I had been thrown into the dungeon. I felt very cold and the ground only worsened the situation. It was peak black, and my stomach grumbled, making me exhale deeply. Molly was anxious, she was restless and she couldn’t stop coming to the edge. She didn’t utter a word of encouragement or comfort to me and it hurt deeply but I swallowed it like a bitter pill.

I replied and walked to him. “You okay?” I asked. He nodded and smiled. “Just a scratch.” The others carted off what we needed and then Came back inside. “That's everything,” Dusty said. I nodded and was about to turn to Jasper when I heard the sound. The soft hiss of a mologon. “What?” Sonny asked. The lights in the stall immediately began to flicker and a shadow leaped past one of the aisles. “A monster,” I replied. Mologons were creatures that hunted in packs and where there was one, you could expect a good thirty more.

I talk to the woman who is supposedly my aunt. “I had no idea, she and I got into a dispute a little while ago, and she freaked me out when I saw her eyes shift to almost black” she apologizes again in a broken tone. “Also, I have never told her but, I have this inner voice that I hear in my mind, and now there is nothing, I feel as if someone in my head is trying to break free?” She gasps and does not speak for a while “dark magic, she used to dabble in the dark arts, mother used to stop her. Now, it looks like she fully claimed it, I am so sorry Molly, you cannot trust her!” she tells me.

A bright full moon emerged on a silent night. There was no star in the sky, but the luminous glow of the mystic moon gave it an enchanting beauty. In the depths of a thick forest in a suburb, the air was so quiet that it even felt weird. The wind blew heavily, and someone was screaming horribly. An ugly and ferocious man pressed Kendra Miller on the ground and tried to tear her clothes apart rudely. He scratched Kendra’s body urgently and laughed dissolutely.

Looking up at Mark, Amy slid over and then began to undo his zipper when he nodded. "She's on her third cock," Molly whispered, blowing a gentle stream of air on Zeke's cock. "I'll bet the second he cums in her mouth, she moans in pleasure. She's in love with the taste of other men's cum, did you know that?" she asked. "She's a nasty little cumslut that loves sucking strange cock, you pathetic fuck." Zeke groaned. Molly stood up then and straddled his legs, sliding her skirt up and dropping her pussy down on his cock as she bent his shaft forwards so that it was pointing away from him. She slid forwards, gyrating against him.

After my sister, Elina Spencer, died, I became her replacement. I copied everything she did and bent over backward to please them, all because I wanted to matter to them just a little more. But there was only ever room for Elina in their hearts. They never stopped reminding me that I was nothing more than her substitute, that I should never dream of taking her place. Then one day, Elina—the one everyone thought was dead—came back. At last, I was free. I left this world in peace. Only then did they regret everything. They cried as they chased after me, pleading for me to return, begging for my forgiveness. But I was already dead.

Molly didn't have any appetite after Madeline served her pasta with her favourite cream sauce. Madeline didn't like the look on her girl's face. She had cried and Madeline had done so much to pacify her but it seemed not to be enough. “Please have a little dear,” Madeline took the fork to scoop some pasta on it before moving it closer to Molly's mouth. Molly turned her face to the side with a quivering lip. She wanted to cry again but seemed to be holding it in. Madeline never expected this to affect her daughter in this way. It was becoming more alarming by the minute.

Dutifully, Christine slid around on her back so that her pussy stayed under Molly's mouth, but now her own lips and tongue were positioned to help the young blonde. "Let Mommy show you first, honey," Christine said, as if it had been her idea. Molly felt something warm and wet engulf her clitoris and suddenly the building pleasure shot from amazing to un-fucking-real. Her mother battered Molly's magic bean back and forth and she felt everything overwhelm her. Molly had been on the road. Almost to the end point. Now suddenly Molly blew past it to somewhere she hadn't even been able to conceive. Molly felt her whole body bear down. Especially her pussy on her Daddy's cock. Suddenly the only th

Kara gaped at Molly, frightened by her aggressiveness. Taking this opportunity, Molly took out a glass jar and said through gritted teeth, "Can you see this venomous insect? It was taken out of your body. Believe it or not, I can put it back into you if I want." Kara widened her eyes in fright and immediately began struggling. But Molly didn't give her any chance to escape, saying, "I warn you! Today's treatment is crucial. You must cooperate! If you make the slightest mistake, I will send you to hell, understand?"