Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Stop. Max swiveled the chair, about to rip off the headphones when she screamed his name. Over and over, coming with his name on her lips. Glancing back nearly made him come. Max cursed, knowing he’d never soon forget the sight of Abby in the shower, a glorious wet dream permanently stamped into his brain.

The despicable memory of the terror I witnessed in ‘The Tent of Wonders' remained etched to my brain for nearly three weeks, making me lose my appetite as well as sleep. Mum and dad along with my brothers started becoming worried about me, as I hardly ate anything much during dinner and remained awake at night like a zombie, staring outside the window. I couldn't manage to remove that repugnantly pathetic image of Madam Maxima lying in her chair, electrocuted. And whenever I closed my eyes her deathly face along with the figure of that evil creature hovered in front of my eyes.

I’m nervous for the character of Nicodemus, and honestly it’s a relief to be nervous about someone’s situation other than my own for once. “An ominous creak slashed through the blackness, freezing Nicodemus where he stood. It was followed by a thunderous clap that echoed from up ahead as if someone had just entered the dark corridor from the other end, letting the door slam shut behind them.” An actual creaking sound interrupts Max, and my breath freezes in my chest. Am I imagining this? Am I dreaming again? When the dungeon door slams, I snap open my eyes. I meet Max’s gaze, and we share a smile over the amazing timing of someone’s arrival with what he just read. Then he bookmarks his page

I slumped on the bed looking at the bed noticing he had already cummed as he was using a towel to clean himself. Sugar daddy: That's all for tonight Ms. A: Have a good night. I switched my phone off and slowly drifted to sleep as my eyes were already heavy and I didn't have the strength to put my clothes back on. ******** I slowly opened my eyes as I felt a presence in my room, I jerked up when I saw who it was, using the bed sheet to cover my naked body as my eyes widened in shock. "You seem to have prepared yourself for me," Max said, smiling mischievously as he stood from where he sat and walked towards the door, locking it and putting the keys in his pocket. My heart raced in fear as tea

That will be death. I come quickly, I always do like this. Max stands up and flips us so he is on top of me. Our lips meet as he thrusts so perfectly into me. We hold each other close and he empties into me one last time. Max rolls off of me but pulls me into a cuddle. He is spent now and will sleep if given the chance and he needs that chance. As soon as he is asleep I cloak my scent, grab the go back I’ve had packed for weeks. And creep downstairs.

The biggest embarrassment of my life. As I gently took possession of the book, I suddenly got the urge to tear it all apart. Maybe that'll fix my doubts about it and the bad energy I'm receiving from it. I opened it to a random page ready to just rip it off but before I could do that, a noise coming from my phone sounded. I received a text message. I didn't recognize the number so I became more skeptical as I read the message. Stalker: Don't do whatever you're about to do.

Kat left, and Tyler took the seat that she had vacated. "Please have a seat," Monica said to the two. They were both vamps. I opened the folder. The two vamps stared at the crucifix around my neck and dropped teeth. I stared at them. One was a tall thin, slick-dressed man. He reminded me of a pimp. His hair was dark and tied behind him in a long ponytail. The other was small and looked like a weasel. What criteria did Masters use when turning vamps? These two looked like two-bit thugs.

Maxine returned to her original position with her head down, and fingers squeezing each other. "DO YOUR BEST, MAX!" cried Maxim from a distance. Maxine sighed in despair. "Yes," She replied lazily. Maxine closed her eyes again, sighing deeply. But before long she felt the presence of other creatures there, a human with pale white skin was about to dart from her left side. The creature's sharp fangs stick out when it opens its mouth wide. Maxine looked up. Her body seemed to be sticking to the ground. She did not move her body once, except for the eyes which she opened wide as the creature drew nearer to her.

The way her hand trembled on the scorched ground. But they couldn’t see me. Couldn’t hear me. Like I didn’t exist. “ABBY!” I bellowed again, pounding the barrier. “I’m here! DAMN IT—LOOK AT ME!” The wall pulsed in response. Softly. Mocking me. A hand touched my shoulder. “You’re wasting your voice, Alaric.” I turned, teeth clenched. Max stood there, expression calm—too calm—his face half-lit by the glowing blue cracks in the Rift’s floor. His silver hair stuck to his forehead, sweat beading at his temple despite the cold inside this twisted dimension.

Marcus cast his eyes down as his shame covered him like a new winter’s coat. “ For now,Noah, please just trust me.” For a while after Noah left his room, Marcus stared up at the ceiling, feeling like the lowest form of life for lying to his best friend. How could he possibly explain to him that his dad and new girlfriend were being haunted by an ancient spirit, the same one who haunted his gran and her sister years before? “ Hello Marcus.” The voice which suddenly interrupted his thoughts, was melodious and familiar. Marcus looked to his side and by the light of the moon beaming through the window, he saw her.