Penny Dreadful Stories Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 The bookstore smelled like fresh coffee and old paper, the way it always did on event nights. Elena Reyes stood at the front of the packed reading room, microphone in hand, watching twenty kids and their parents lean forward as she finished the last chapter of the bedtime story. Laughter rippled through the crowd. A little girl in the front row clapped so hard her pigtails bounced. Then her phone buzzed on the podium. Once. Twice. Three times. She ignored it until the applause died down. Only then did she glance at the screen.

Not the terrifying intensity underneath every joke that made my chest tighten whenever he got too quiet. But acknowledging it would mean acknowledging myself too. And I wasn't ready for that. So instead, I grabbed another tray of drinks and pretended my life wasn't slowly turning into a terrible decision wrapped in tension and stolen midnight fucks with a much younger man. "Lilith." I froze slightly. Oh fuck.

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Penny fell backwards laughing. “If you don’t shut up, there’s going to be a hoard of men trying to bust the door down!” Thea shouted through her own laughter. Penny composed herself, a slight frown marred her otherwise perfect face and she pouted her lips. “I’m not sure I like the sound of the whole nine lives thing, from our experience, gifts like that usually come with a price. I’d like to know how that came about and with whom they’ve made a deal with to acquire a gift like that.”

At that moment Penny's brain wandered back and that was when realisation hit her that the room she saw was unbelievable was the CEO'S office. *The CEO Stiles Humphrey of Humphrey's fashion industry is a beast?” Penny gasped at her thoughts attracting the other employees. When Penny got home, she threw her bag on the couch and made her way to her room. Upon doing so, she walked straight to her reading table and switched on her laptop. She could feel her heart beating faster than usual but she simply pushed that uneasy feeling aside. Gathering all the courage she needed, Penny began to type a few words on her laptop. Shortly the pictures of werewolf appeared on the screen and she Zoomed in to

"Why are you giving it to that bitch, Helena? I won't let her have it!" Mom paled when a look of disdain crossed Sarah's face. "Where's Helena's room?" Mom averted her gaze and refused to answer. I opened the storage room door and said, "This is my room." The storage room was very cramped. There was only a mattress on the floor with no bed in sight. The ceiling light was constantly flickering, and a moldy scent permeated the air. Sarah looked at Hannah's room next. It was warm, comfortable, and decorated with different dolls. There was also a family portrait on the desk.

“So, tell me, pretty boy, what’s the most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you?” I arched a brow. “What?” She grinned. “Come on, spill. Everyone has one.” Nathan snorted. “She just wants material to tease you with. What a sneaky witch." “Not really, but that would be fun” Penny winked. I licked my chocolate lollipop, making a pop sound. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m flawless. No embarrassing moments here.” Penny gasped dramatically. “Liar! That’s impossible. I demand a story.”

I doubt I could hold my sounds any longer. “Maybe she left? Maybe something happened with Leonard?” Helen asked from the kitchen. “But she wouldn't leave without telling us, would she?” Lauren answered. They quieted down, and then their footsteps approached the living room. “Did you check in here?” Lauren asked. My eyes widened, but I continued sucking on Mr. Albert's cock like he wanted me to. I forced him deep down my throat and gagged quietly on it. His hand pushed my head down further on him and forced me to stay there.

In 1983 a Mrs Carson of New York was laid out in our coffin, presumed dead of hear disease. As mourners watched, she suddenly sat up, alive as you or I. Unfortunately her daughter dropped dead of fright on the spot. I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon. You can send me your short stories for a feature if you feel like it. Thanks for reading. Enjoy!I don't own any of this stories. I found them in some creepy books. I'm thinking of writing my own scary stories, but not anytime soon.

Was someone looking for something? But she had nothing! She heard the clank of metal. “Hello? Is someone in here?” Penny asked and closed her eyes, cringing. How stupid was she? That was a recipe for getting killed. After watching many horror movies, she should have known better. A hooded figure stepped out from the dark corner of her room with an object that glinted. Could it be Drew? The man looked taller and bigger than Drew. Her fingers quickly dialled Killian’s number.