Penny Dreadful Stories Novels & Stories

Penny saw his blood-stained clothes and his pale face, which was devoid of color, making him look like a living dead. “You're wearing a hospital gown. There's no hospital nearby. How did you end up on Mount Blackath? Do you know this place is very dangerous? It's cold now, and the poisonous snakes and beasts are all hibernating. Otherwise, a delicate young man like you would definitely be gnawed to the bone!” Penny chattered on. However, her clear voice, coupled with her big eyes, made people feel no malice at all, almost as if she were an innocent little white rabbit.

When Penny got back to her company, she busied herself with paperwork while waiting. Around five in the evening, she received a local express delivery, which oddly enough, contained over 70 dollars. Inside were three scripts, all handwritten. As she skimmed through the first one, a spark of amazement lit up her eyes. It was an exceptional detective drama, with a plot that kept twisting and turning until the very end, when the identity of the murderer was finally revealed. The detailed descriptions of the murders were so chilling they made her scalp tingle. It was hard to believe that a 19-year-old girl had written this.

First it was hide and seek, then it was never have i ever, which got them drunk enough to start playing truth or dare. "Kyle!" Steve yelled. Kyle was half through a sip of energy drink and vodka. "Truth." He said after. Steve wrinkled his nose. "Nevermind. who wants a dare?" He asked and Becca's hand shot up. She wasn't nearly as wasted as the others because she really hasn't done anything too exciting. While they took shots for skateboard tricks they've done and relationships they've been in, Becca sat quietly. This was Becca's game. She loved dares and her friends were pretty good at giving them. She would usually go through with every dare, and had a pretty hot streak going.

“Hey you heard him. Come on and let's get you two tucked in.” “Alpha, will you tell us a story?” Penny asked quietly. “I miss your stories.” She sighed and picked the both of them up as I pulled the covers back. “But Penny you have heard all of my best ones already.” “But Nick hasn’t!” She sighed as she put them both in the bed. “Alright kid, any requests?” She smiled as she pulled the covers up and I turned down the light. “I wanna hear the story of the two sisters!” Penny giggled as Nick looked on curiously. “It’s my favorite!”

I stared at it without touching it. "If you're still thinking the same thing after you leave this bar..." Damian continued, "...come." "No pressure," Damon added calmly. "If you don't show up, this conversation never happened." He said and Draven smirked. "And if you do..." He left the sentence unfinished as heat rushed into my cheeks. My fingers slowly closed around the card. The embossed silver letters reflected against the table as I stared at the card. The Ryder Penthouse. A downtown address everyone in the city recognized. I looked back up. "So that's it?"

Keller's hungry eyes on her pert bottom. Penny was only eighteen, still at school and only worked for the middle-aged obese Mr. Keller on Saturdays to make a little bit of extra money which she mostly spent on clothes and music. Her father had got her the job with Mr. Keller, a fellow churchgoer and family man, recommending Penny as a hard worker who always had a smile on her face, which was absolutely true. She often felt her smile slipping though when Mr. Keller stood a little too closely behind her or made her bend down in front of him to pick something off the lower shelves in the storeroom at the back of the shop.

said little Penny, but her voice was very strange and scary. Joy tried to remove the rope from her neck, but it was in vain. “Wh-why?” A confused and frightened expression mixed inside big Penny. But that instantly changed after little Penny showed her face. “Die, you damn bully. You don’t deserve to live in this world!!” Little Penny's facial expression looked very scary with her evil smile. It was made worse by her other face, which was covered by a scary black shadow. Adult Penny, who saw it, was immediately scared to death. But she also had to help Joy and stop the terrible event.

Author's Note This book is a short compilation of erotic stories. Please note that not all entries are heavily erotic—some lean more toward emotional moments, dramatic tension, or character interaction. Also, 99% of these stories don’t follow a traditional plot, so don’t be confused if there's no clear beginning, middle, or end. They’re written more for mood, moments, and expression than full narratives. Enjoy the ride,no overthinking needed. 😉 ********************************************* Kael didn’t wait.

“It’s a lot to explain.” “Then start, because none of this makes sense. Werewolves are not real. Vampires are not real. You read about them in books, see them on TV and in movies, you don’t sit around a kitchen counter talking to one.” Penny held her head in her hands, elbows on the counter. “I must be going crazy. I have to be. Maybe brain injury. Maybe I’m dead. I should be dead.” She dropped her hands on the counter palm down, looking up at him as if she had had some revelation. “Why am I not freaking out right now?”

Anne wished they hadn’t spoken to that batty old man, listening to his riddles and dead-end tales. The later discovery of alternate tales, crude folklore and legends betrayed by a handful of the old or wandering mad reinforced Damon’s suspicions of an ancient grave site, though there was no recorded information of its existence until Damon’s final research paper. There Damon recounted it by name, “The Mourner’s Cradle.”