Nina Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“He likes to see everything when he walks in. Makes him hard instantly.” Nina’s sob caught in her throat. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the little cotton shorts she slept in and let them drop. No underwear beneath. A neat, trimmed patch of dark curls, already glistening. The scent of her arousal mixed with Rita’s fever-sweat and filled the room like incense. Rita inhaled greedily. “Fuck, look at you. He’s going to lose his mind.” Nina climbed onto the bed as if it were a scaffold. The mattress dipped under her knees. She lay on her back beside her sister, arms stiff at her sides, thighs pressed together so tightly the muscles trembled.

she croaked, her voice barely above a whisper. Silence. Then. A raspy chuckle. Low. Broken. Twisted. “You don’t belong here,” the voice rasped. Nina’s hands trembled. She still couldn’t see anything. But she could feel it. The presence. The weight of eyes watching her. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. “I don’t want trouble,” she whispered. A pause. Then. “You already have it.” The voice was right in front of her now. Too close. Too close.

"I think you're lucky to have escaped unscathed" "Really?" "Yes. He's not only a pedo-hebephile, he's a murderer, a rapist, a traitor, an evil man!" She yelled and almost choked on her meal "Ella, people are staring. Keep your voice down" "He rapes young girls and kills some of them. I know because I found out from the ghost-girl" she whispered "The ghost-girl?" Juana was confused "Yes. I first met her when I was five. She would sit on my wardrobe every night and cry. I would not be able to sleep in my room and I'd scream and tell mom that someone was in my room"

SARAH'S POV I sat there in the cold dark alley for quite a while and not even a rat passed by, I was starting to get scared when I heard faint laughter, more like a chuckle from afar. The sound became louder and clearer. It was no longer just the sound of laughter, I could now hear footsteps approaching. The closer they came the clearer their voices, they sound like nice people, I should probably ask them for help. What will I say though, I can't possibly tell them that I'm a vampire princess who came here through a porthole and woke up, then blacked out, then woke up again in a place where I was stabbed with needles and driven away by the smell of blood and somehow ended up here with no one

I finally say. "I fainted at dinner last night. I just felt so pressured. Ivonne brought up my heat and I told them it was five days long. Amy was all shocked but Rena explained why. They want me to be a werewolf. They want to turn me. I'm scared." I say in a soft voice. The tears want to fall but I just hold them in.

Nina was soaking in the tub, a headphone to her ears and her eyes closed. She had her head leaned backwards, resting against the edge of the tub, her body covered in lather. Ezra walked in, his footsteps silent, so that she would not notice him. Thankfully, he had learnt to move soundlessly, and Nina's werewolf senses were poor. He crouched down when he got to the side of the tub. He suddenly caught one of her thighs, making her scream in shock. She opened her eyes to see that it was him, and she sighed. She then took off her ear phone.

Im so stressed that I seek solace to my little sister. Celiza and her little sister, Bliss, ventured into their secret hideaway—a hidden treehouse nestled high in the branches of a majestic oak tree. The treehouse, a sanctuary of their imaginations, was adorned with colorful ribbons and twinkling lights. Giggles filled the air as they climbed up the ladder, their anticipation growing with every step.

Her heart still yearned for the vampire and it imposed an obvious barrier to her getting home. No! She internally screamed. She did not want to desire the vampire in that way. She should have killed it before it could have killed her. “I need to get out of here.” she murmured. The breeze was drifting faster now and she could feel her body become cold. Her arms hovered over each other for warmth as she continued to walk, for sure that a path would show sooner or later. Be careful Nadia..her inner canine cowered deeper, sensing something sinister. With the scarcity of vampires in the area to tear werewolves a part, there was also a subspecies of wolves called rogues.

Considering all the dirty fetishes you shared with me, it sounds like something you’ll enjoy. Mr Wrong: And here I thought I’d be the one to give that to you. Nina: I have something to share. Mr Wrong: More farfetched tales? First getting kidnapped and then in Russia. What is it going to be next? Mr Wrong: You want my help to escape? Mr Wrong: I don’t think I could, what with all your make believe excuses for chickening out from our game. Nina: You are way talkative than you used to be. Did you hit your head or something.

"Okay." The little girl ran into the flower garden and was as beautiful as a little princess. The pink dress made Nina's skin glow. Nanami Vincent looks at Nina. Her eyes are gentle like water. If Nanami Vincent's love for Augustus's previous life is stubborn and wants to monopolize, then Nanami Vincent's feelings for Nina are protection. Nina is like a small and bright being that appeared in the life of Nanami Vincent. A vampire who went to raise a human child. "Mommy." Nina picked a rose and ran to Nanami Vincent.