Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

grandfather called and I exhaled and turn to him ,his cold everlasting red eyes were on me like he was searching for something which I know I won't provide for him . now let me introduce myself , my name is Derek grandson of Dracula king of the vampires .I don't know anything about my with parents because both my grandparents told me my father was killed by the wolves and my mother was slaughtered by the witches .they saved me so am very grateful to them and that's why I love them so much . "what up paps " I said grinning from ear to ear and must of the elders chuckled but paps glared made them to keep shut .

One of the man said with a creepy smile, making her skin itch like thousands of insects crawling on her skin. “Nooo. Papa. Please no. Papa I am your little girl. Please don't let them do this. Please papa”. She was crying, thrashing in the chair to get free but all she heard was their evil laughter and maybe her brain had overworked, she lost her consciousness and that was good for her. ------ Tabby

Papa said, before centring the stage, while Eros and I stood facing each other from two different corners. There was something different about his eyes. A few moments ago, they had been carefree, but now it had been zapped with darkness. Chilling darkness. Perhaps Arabella’s question had offended him. I gulped, every pore in my body asking me to move my eyes from his, but I couldn’t. It was impossible, because he was the one holding my gaze, boring into me, trying to look for some weakness. “Thank you, everyone, for coming here this lovely evening,” Papa began. “I know this arrangement was sudden and somewhat much unexpected, but I’m sure you’ve heard of the reasons, so I won’t dare indulge

Pappa had definitely been f*cking her. Proserpina Delano's eyes lit up as she saw Claude but Pappa beat her to it. “What is it, son?’ growled the Mafia Don. Claude felt embarrassed; he knew his father could not keep his hands off Mumma; when he was growing up, he had heard bawdy details of what a great, lusty man his Pappa had been, his unbelievable, indefatigable sexual prowess, the endless stream of wh*res and mistresses who had kept him pleasured; until he got seriously attached to his much younger wife, that is.

I have to go see Daffy get to class and do Poppy’s assignments. Sitting in the subway bus, I bit my hands trying to assure myself that everything will be fine, but nothing is going to be fine. His scream when I stabbed him keeps echoing in my mind. “I killed someone…. I just murdered a vampire!!”

She needs to ask them; she needs to know. During dinner, Grazziena started to ask some questions making both of her parents became uneasy. “Papang, do you have any relative with supernatural power?” she asked. Her father furrowed not able to fully understand her query at first. “Like someone who can do magic, shift into animals, vampires etc.” Grazziena explained but her father just laughed. “None. I cannot remember that I have a relative like that.” Her Papang replied as if trying to reminisce something in the past. Thereafter, he shook his end. “There is really none Ga.”

I felt every spurt — warm, claiming — filling me until it leaked out around his cock and ran down my ass onto the couch. He pulled out slowly, his come leaking out of me in thick white streams. Lila leaned down and licked it up, her tongue sliding through my folds, tasting both of us mixed together. The sight made my pussy clench again. We collapsed together on the couch, bodies slick with sweat, the three of us tangled in a sweaty, satisfied pile. My best friend’s father and mother had just ruined me in their own living room while she was out with friends. The guilt was there, but so was the addiction.

The coked ones as some of the articles had called them. She watched every creepy documentary, every shaky video of glowing eyes and impossible strength. Articles about missing people. Legends about cold-skinned monsters. Medical breakdowns of “blood anomalies” in captured corpses. She didn’t sleep at all. By sunrise she was convinced. This is what killed Dad. A creature with no shadow. A creature too cold to be human. A creature like Evan. When she confronted him, she expected anger. Instead, he had gone pale, paler than usual that is.

Yet now, it felt as if every one of my efforts had been turned into some cruel joke. In that instant, fragments of my past life surged back, replaying themselves before my very eyes. It felt as though a pair of invisible hands was dragging my entire family toward the same abyss once more. Watching Sarah's figure disappear into the distance, I felt compelled to chase after her and beg for forgiveness. However, once again, Mia's voice cut through the moment. "Grandma, you're so annoying! Why can't you just leave Mommy alone? She hates you right now. If you keep bothering her, she might actually kill herself."

The doctor’s words from an hour ago still rang in my ears: “Congenital heart failure. He needs a transplant within thirty days. Cost: two million eight hundred thousand dollars. Insurance covers nothing. After thirty days we remove him from the list.” I had forty-seven dollars and thirty-two cents in my checking account. My waitress tips from the last two weeks were already spent on rent. That’s how I ended up at Club Crimson at 11:47 p.m. on Halloween night. The bouncer at the hidden entrance took one look at the black invitation Madame Rouge had slipped under my apartment door and waved me through without a word. Inside was another world: velvet walls, crystal chandeliers dripping blood-re