Nemesis Creepypasta Novels & Stories

like it was just another project brief. Budget calculators. Morning workout videos with smiling women. A forum thread titled *‘How to tell your ex he’s not the father if he’s already someone else’s boyfriend.’* I shut the laptop. Stared at the ceiling. Listened to my heartbeat thudding like a metronome out of sync. The shredded appointment slip still poked out of my coat pocket. I left it there. Like a reminder. Like a wound.

She knew her nightmare will soon turn to reality and this nightmarish reality will make her life hell. Elena Singh was a 22 years old working woman like every normal women but was her life really normal like others? She was unique, she was talented, she was brave, she was independent yet she was terrified, not of anyone else but herself. Why? Because she saw dreams, or you can call them nightmar JJes, and because whatever she dreams comes true. Lately, She gets these weirdly terrifying nightmares which are scarier than any other nightmare she saw. Only if she knew, the MAN in her nightmare will soon turn her whole existence in to a living nightmare.

It was as if her own body was answering the call of whatever was in his hand. “I am what your deepest desires summoned,” he said, his voice dropping to a low, resonant frequency that vibrated in her bones. “I am an incubus. A creature that lives in the spaces between what people want and what they are willing to admit. I feed on surrender, Lila. I feed on the moment a soul stops fighting and gives itself over to the dark.” Lila’s knees went weak. She reached out a hand to steady herself against a nearby bench, her brain struggling to process the words. “You’re… you’re not human?”

As we walked down the street, I couldn’t help but look up at the moon. “It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I asked out loud, more to myself than to him. “MMMHHHMMM.” He mumbled in response. I turned us down my street, and he stopped walking. I looked up at him confused. “My house is right down there.” I told him pointing to my house. As I looked at my driveway, I noticed that my parents’ car was gone. “What is a pretty girl doing outside this late at night?” I heard a voice come from the shadows. I felt Declan stiffen up at the sound, but he didn’t move. I turned towards the voice. “Who’s there?” I called out. “Don’t talk to it, Nemi.” Declan whispered in my ear. I jumped, not prepared for him to le

'pss psss pssssssss. I wake up to see Nemesis looking at me. 'I need a phone Narcissus to call my family.' 'Go buy one then.' I growled. 'No, I want my old one.' 'Shame.' She came on top of me and started kissing on my neck. What on God's earth was she trying to do now?

“Are you nervous?” Xavier asked, looking down at my fidgeting hands on my lap. I didn’t respond. I sat rigid on the passenger seat, my seatbelt awkwardly fastened, staring outside the window and wishing this whole situation away. I was meeting the Crests—I mean the famous Crests. I had a headache thinking about it. I was beyond petrified and nervous. What if they don’t like me? Are they even obligated to like me since I’m only a fake wife?

He was a husk, his pulse slowing to a terminal crawl. But as the corruption flooded into Neoma, her biology began to fail. The chaotic instability of her form spiked. Her skin crawled. It looked like thousands of insects were moving beneath the fur. The black ichor bleeding from her eyes thickened, steaming as it hit the cold air. The scent was a nauseating mixture of burnt ozone and copper blood. She released Nergal. She tossed his biological mass aside. The impact was a soft, final thud. She turned her massive, jagged head toward the nearest heat signature.

I wanted to cry because of so much annoyance but I couldn't because my mascara would get ruined and that man didn't even deserve a single tear of mine. But you see, a few days after I encountered him there in Expression Valley, I started to feel like someone was following and watching me. And actually, I tried to look for other clients again and not be affected. I still get one or two every day somehow, but I still feel like I'm betraying someone even though I don't even have a boyfriend. I mean, that's so fucking strange. In fact I was a goddamn horror and gore novelist for the freaking sake of voodoo dolls and I was actually planning to be a Funeral Director, yet I found myself screaming m

His eyes kept fluttering open and close, but ultimately he passed out once again. DAY 5 I woke up with the same nightmare I had for the past fifteen years. The burning house, the scream, the dead bodies and stench of the burnt flesh. Bathed in cold sweat coating every inch of my skin, I shrugged off the covers and got off from the couch.

The sharp corner of the document scratched my eye, and a streak of crimson blood dripped down. There was once when someone threw a document at me in the office. I had them thrown out right away. Later, they begged me, but I was unmoved. I never regretted the decisions I made. However, I could not care less about the pain now. The fear made my face pale, and my body trembled uncontrollably. While I was kidnapped, Charles had soaked paper with sewage water from the sewer and stuffed it into my mouth. I ended up vomiting so much that it felt like my jaw almost came off.