Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“No, Boss. This hallucination we had; it bothers me. I thought I saw men turn into monsters, wolves. And Petrov. He was the worst of all. How can gas do that and in the open air?” I laughed and it sounded hollow in my own ears. “I don’t know how it happened, Max. Honestly, do you think I’m a werewolf? I saw you turn into a rabbit with a pig’s head.” “Really?” Max smiled broadly but then he frowned again. “It seemed so real. The others were also wolves, but you… A big red wolf.”

“Let them see my dear. Let them see and know that this perfection is all mine. I am sending out a message to everyone that I am claiming you. You are mine and mine alone” We walk out of the car with just a robe around Max’s shoulders and a jacket on my back but it is clear as day to anyone who is seeing that I am wrapped around his waist and his dick is inside me. I only have a jacket around my back and Max’s hands are on my ass supporting me. I feel a little hesitant when I see the shocked expressions of Raymond and Thomas. We are going to be walking inside with the whole staff looking at us. It makes me a little uneasy but when I look at Max and how happy he makes me, I feel like the lucki

Riley cried out, fingers tangling in his hair as the house seemed to groan around them. “Ohh… fuck… just like that!” Elias added two thick fingers, curling them perfectly while sucking her clit. The adrenaline made every sensation sharper. Riley came hard, thighs clamping around his head, her scream echoing through the empty mansion. He rose up, freeing his massive cock… thick, veined, and rock-hard. “No more teasing. I’m claiming this pussy right here where the dead can watch.” Elias positioned himself and thrust in deep, stretching her walls with one powerful stroke. Riley arched off the bed, nails digging into his back. He fucked her raw and relentless, the old bed creaking violently bene

The air in the small room was suddenly too hot, thick with the leftover scent of her own perfume and the lime from the tequila shots. A deeper thrust followed, and then Lena heard it. A breathless, high-pitched female whimper. He wasn't alone. The realization hit her like a physical blow to the stomach. She knew he had women. He was Caleb Maddox. He could have anyone he wanted with a single look. But hearing it was different. Hearing the way he sounded when he was inside someone else made Lena’s vision blur. Her hand drifted under the sheet, resting on her stomach as she stared at the dark ceiling.

Melinda smiled anyway, but her eyes scanned the room like a hawk. Then her eyes locked on mine. My stomach twisted. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Melinda kept going on and on about ancient supernatural history like she was trying to bore us all into the grave. Her voice didn’t rise or fall—it just dragged, flipping through pages of an old book that probably smelled like dead trees and forgotten years. I tried. God, I really tried to focus. But her voice was like a soft lullaby mixed with warm air. My eyelids kept dipping. My neck snapped forward once, twice. Just as I was about to completely knock out, a cold finger tapped my forehead.

JENNY moaned in response to Jason's treatment of her femininity especially when his finger began to move at a faster rhythm. Not only did the heat she felt but also the trembling of her whole body intensified. It was a cold night that in fact, they were in the Summer Capital of the Philippines, Baguio City. But something else is happening to her now. She feels like the whole room is on fire because Jason hadn't yet but severely abused her femininity while he also didn't let go of the very passionate kiss on her mouth.

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Dmitri left the room shortly after that, never looking back and so Max quickly threw on the gloves as he chose his designated spot close to Sara on the floor while grabbing a box and lifting a dusty aged roll of papers. The crusty sepia pages seemed to crunch as he opened them to find some drawings of body parts and words written in a language he didn't understand, which was something considering he spoke many languages, some old some new. He carefully flipped through the papers to find more inscriptions, drawings of people with some sort of an aura inside them with arrows pointing in and out of each body. "Sara," Max called as he held out the piece of paper to her, "d'you know what the hel

more like a taboo he got off on. "You know what, Max," I said quickly, the words tumbling out before I could stop them. "I read somewhere on the internet that very unholy spirits live in cemeteries. We can't really be, you know... what I mean. Anything wrong we do here might have some consequences..." Max stopped walking and glared at me sideways, looking down at me with amusement and something I couldn't quite read. Then he smiled faintly, shaking his head. "Relax," he said. "We're not here for that. This is just a quick visit on our way."

Wouldn't it be really fun to take that piece of ass—" Max brushed his shoulder and it disappeared before reappearing on his other shoulder. It swung its legs back and forth as he took a seat there. It looked like it was having fun whispering such things to Max. 'You could drink her blood. Suck her dry. After fucking her unconscious, of course. Killing her would be so much fun!' It laughed like that was the funniest thing ever. 'You know you want to,' it sang. I shook Max's hand. What was that thing? I felt the creepiest, vilest, darkest energy coming from that little figure. Slowly, I stepped close to Max, hoping he wouldn't move, and grabbed the little black thing. "You can see it?" Max whi