Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

she hissed, but her voice trembled. My phone rang on the desk, cutting through the tension like a gunshot. I snatched it up without looking, chest still heaving, vision red. I ran my fingers through my now sweaty hair and growled. “ What!? “ The voice on the other end was calm, professional. “Mr. Salvatore? Your grandfather is awake. He wants to see you. Now.” —————

I hoped it would just go away, but it didn't. It smiled all creepy, and it had big, scary claws like a wolf, like Papa's, but not really the exact thing. The creepy thing came close to me and crawled all slow. Taking its time. I figured out why Papa didn't bother to worry if I came back. He thought I wouldn't..

Serafina’s POV: [Late At Night | Aleskander’s Mansion | A Room] The screams were horrifying. But not unfamiliar. Or rare. Or uncommon. I stood by the door, slowly drifting my attention to the cage. I’d seen more beasts than I wanted to. Inhaled their musky scent more than I needed. And I’d watched them tear flesh from limbs more times than I could count. Of course, these were all thanks to Papà. For Christ’s sake, he wasn’t an ordinary man.

My Dad called. My Paps beamed, wiggling excitedly in his seat. “We’re in here,” he called back. My Dad bustled into the living room, breathing heavily. He was clutching an empty re-usable shopping bag, and Paps frowned at it. “You didn’t get any dessert?” He asked, tutting. “No, I –“ my Paps’s eyes darted wildly around the room. He paused, stumbling against the doorframe and trying to catch his breath. “There’s been another vampire attack.”

I rocked my hips back and forth as I moaned, preparing to cum. Suddenly, my dad started positioning his cock at my entrance. He drove his dick into me forcefully, grabbing my hips as he slammed me with every thrust. I was loudly screaming, "OH MY GOD PAPI! WHAT THE FUCK, PAPI!" The headboard of the bed was banging off the wall. Finally, my pussy exploded. My legs lost feeling as my body went flat on the bed. My dad did not stop; he continued to slam into me. I had no energy to keep going. I had the explosive orgasm of my entire life. He turned me over, opened my legs, and continued to drive his cock into me. He pulled the t-shirt up, lowering his face, sucking on my tits. Again, I could feel

Additionally, as a person who has motives, I cannot consider them as friends. "Elijah." Papa introduced himself and did not pay attention to Erenea. He's now busy looking at the sentinels a few yards away. "You two are so beautiful, Apo. I'm Sicario by the way." Grandpa introduced him. He beamed at Erenea. If I didn't know this Grandpa, I would think that he was impressing Erenea. But I know my grandfather will never do that. Everything he does has a reason.

I didn't know I was screaming until strong arms pulled me into a warm hard chest. The one that made me forget the world and its worries. But today a gruesome image imprinted itself behind my eyes, and it felt like I was staring right at it. My papa's bloody, mutilated body. "No. No, let me go. Let me go!" I pushed off of Hades and turned back to Papa. "Gisele, baby, no." He grabbed me again, but I jerked him off.

"Yes papa?" "Papa just needs a little taste, Billie Bear, I've been waiting too long for this." Billie was going to ask what he meant, but he was already leaning over and swiping one of his huge fingers through the slit of her pussy. Billie gasped, gripping her papa's forearm tight. "Oh!" "That's a good girl." He purred, pulling away to his full height and sucking two of his fingers into his mouth. "Just like I thought, my Billie Bear is sweet as candy."

Dad flipped over on the lounge and Paul dove onto his cock, sucking his dad like it was the last dick he'd ever see. Too soon, Dad held his son's head in his hands as he bucked up, filling that young mouth with family cum. Paul swallowed it all. I shot cum all over the window. Then the light in my attic peeking spot came on. Paul and his dad turned to see me, naked and still hard with a fat line of cum running down the glass.

I murmured. But then, I felt a prickle down the back of my neck. I wasn’t alone. I turned slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. It was him. The same man from earlier. The one I’d kicked in the balls. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, snarling. “Hey there, little thing,” he said, slurring just a bit. “I heard what you were whispering. You wanna fuck your father-in-law, don’t you?”