Max And Ruby Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“There will still be people. There will still be signal. There will still be plumbing. Mommy is not glamping herself into a loss of dignity.” Issa leaned a little closer to Karl. “I’m not sleeping outside if there are bugs.” “We’re not sleeping on the ground,” I said. “Good. Because I’m not tent people.” “No one is forcing you to become a pioneer, sweetie.” Max raised his hand. “I want to sleep by the window so I can see monsters.” “You’re not scared of monsters?” Karl asked. Max looked at him with a tiny, deeply familiar kind of contempt. “No. Monsters are scared of me.”

I close the screen and drop the phone by my side to grab my book, only to take it after a second. ME: What are you doing? I drum my fingers against the edge of the desk as it shows read and finally, he's typing. ALEX: Sorry. ALEX: I got lost in it. Is he apologizing... For a late reply? A new text comes in again, and it makes me swallow. ALEX: Have you ever heard of masturbation? ME: You're doing that? Right now?

“Currently the authorities are saying that two people are involved in this case. A woman and a man. Most likely they are vampires!” I said the same thing to Frey when I got home. "I can't believe they said I was a vampire too," I said with a laugh. I looked around.Nothing suspicious happened.There is no sign of change to the layout of the rooms.I also don't smell any foreign scent in this room.When I got home earlier, I didn't feel any strange gazes or movements around me either.Thankfully the pursuers didn't find us. “Frey, I bought fresh fish. More precisely, this is all I can buy,” I said showing a small fish in a transparent plastic filled with water.

Max moved quietly into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and soaked himself from head to toe. By the time he stepped out, he looked exactly like he had the night he drowned. He pulled out three small parchment charms. He pressed them between his fingers and muttered under his breath. "Rise." The air shifted. In the next second, three identical versions of Max stood side by side in front of me. They had the same "rotting" face, and even the droplets sliding off their hair fell in perfect sync.

That meant nothing to this monster. So instead, the slender brunette merely did as he asked. Sydney prepared to cross the Rubicon and violate one of the ultimate taboos. Her ass cheeks smacked onto Max's lap again and again, her cunt making squelchy sounds of wetness as their bodies joined, as Max's cock strained inside the soft, welcoming folds of her snatch.

But the Max now is a stranger, and I wasn't sure if I was ready to face the person he had become. Max’s words slithered into my mind, crawling under my skin. 'I’ll make you mine again, Sara,' he whispered, a venomous caress against the chaos that already filled my head. 'No matter what it takes. You can’t escape me.' They didn’t just echo in my ears—they burrowed deep, like a promise, like a curse. And I knew then, with terrifying certainty, that I’d never be free of him.

My eyes widen with excitement at the thought of crepes, and my tongue unconsciously licks my lower lip. "Don't do that," Max says, suddenly taking a step closer to me. He gently grabs my chin and traps my lower lip between his teeth. "Unless you want me doing this." His hand slips beneath my hoodie, cupping my left breast firmly, causing me to inhale sharply. "Or this," he continues, trailing his hand from my breast to my lower back, pressing my front against his chest. Finally, he moves up to massage my neck, eliciting a soft moan from me. He releases my lip, a satisfied grin on his face. "And especially this." He lifts me onto the kitchen counter, parting my legs enough to rub his erection

It's going to be a short work. 4. It's the author's first attempt at horror and this kind of genre. Apologies if it sounded like a comedy, I'm not trying to make it a comedy. Pinky promise. 5. Author has many more works, check out her website, Youtube, discord and all for more. Insanity is her inspiration. 6. This is a collab work with Goodgrief Sausagepen. Goodgrief is the Main Writer.

Max drops Fred at his house and returns to his villa. Sitting in his darkroom he took out his phone and dialed a number, " How's your work going, did you find anything, why not? it's been a year. My patience is not unlimited understand if you are incapable then tell me before, I am losing my mind. I will hire someone else and remember this year is your last year," Max cut the call and smashed the phone over the wall.

Although Kiran was worried, he still stepped inside the house. There were bones everywhere and the smell of rotting flesh. It was truly disgusting. In a pile of bones, some kind of white bug was crawling on it. “This is the parasite of the zombie spell,” Maxwell said beside him. Kiran was not afraid. He lowered his head and pricked it with a needle. The little bug was pierced. Its body was wriggling as if it were trying to break free. Maxwell’s face turned pale, and his eyes were filled with fear.