Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

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.

All the doors on the first floor started slamming open and shut. Mike and Susan were holding each other tight in abject terror, eyes wide open jumping from one slamming door to the next. “Library, please!” I called out, leaving the east parlor toward the other end of the hallway. The slamming stopped, and my footsteps weren’t the only ones creaking on the floorboards. The library door opened for me and closed again. For the first time ever, I felt the electricity in the air all those Youtubers talked so much about. I realized it mean upset or angry ghosts around.

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

Feeling the heavy thick sensation of his cock, Gemma cried out again as a second and then a third mini organism rolled over her body, making her pant for breath “Uuuhhh goooodddddddd yesssss!” Gemma cried “Fuck, fuck fuccccccckkkkkkkkkkk...uughhhhhhh yeessssssss!” Max growled out, his body jerking with every load of cum Kissing and licking over his mark, Max pushed her deeper into the bed as his body shook uncontrollably, his thickening cock releasing over and over again. Gemma’s pussy kept clamping down onto his cock, milking him and each time it did, they would both cry out as little shocks were felt over their bodies. After what seemed like hours but were only a few minutes, Max could fee

Max pulls Sam by the ear, but the boy just grins creepily at his brother, with closed eyes. "He looks like a girl who got thoroughly fucked throughout the night." Evans voice is groggy from sleep, and his lips stretches forth into a wicked smirk, before he licks his palm, and rubs it on Sam's face. "That's gross." Sarah complains through a yawn, stretching her arms before hugging her thin night gown to her body, while Max just scoffs. The color drains away from his face when he finally snaps his head at my direction, and finds me staring at him in my Creepy Pasta pajamas of an animated version of Jeff the killer.

Serena's voice taunted, gripping her collar so tightly that it had just been torn by the man and was the only way to hold on to it so she wouldn't be naked. "Maxwell had skin hunger. Thirst, it's a psychological disorder that causes an extreme craving for someone's touch, but he himself is very resistant to strangers, so it evolved into him liking to tear at other people's skin and getting blood on it before he'll stop, who wouldn't want to be normal if they could, but for him, both his childhood and adulthood have been spent in extreme isolation, so if he there's something he likes, he'd rather squeeze it in his own hand to death than let go of it, even if it offends everyone... Madam, you'

AIYANA Max coughed violently, his body still trembling as if he had just emerged from a submerged nightmare. His eyes blinked several times, trying to adjust to the soft light of the forest. For a moment, he looked confused, lost. "Max…" I whispered, feeling my throat tighten. His eyes finally met mine, and it was as if the world had stopped. The fear vanished, replaced by something primal and urgent. In an instant, he lunged forward, his arms wrapping around me with an almost desperate force.

I’m sweaty and uncomfortable. “She’ll be fine” I could hear my dad's voice from outside my room. Exhaustion soon took over, and I fell asleep. *** Hold still, a familiar voice says as I crawled far away from him. “Don’t run, Love, there’s no way to go, you’re mine now” He stalks closer to me Then suddenly he stoops to my level, and it was Max. “Get away from me, you monster” I screamed, my voice echoing off the wall.