Proxy Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I walked back to the main building in the rain with my jacket over my head and my phone out to text Wren. *Done.* Her response came in thirty seconds. *What did you do?* *Nothing much, I just created conditions,* I typed back. *Sienna what did you actually do?* I put my phone in my pocket and walked. Behind me the common room sat dark in the storm with two people inside it who had been trying to stay three feet apart for weeks. Proximity, I thought, sometimes that was all it took for things to crack open. “I will get my revenge, and it starts now.”

"I guess you rushed out without your meds, right? I'm heading out." Jacob collapsed, clawing at his throat. "You… The cameras… They will not let you—" I stopped in the doorway. "That was a lie. There are no cameras." I shut the door. Jacob reached out weakly, grasping at empty air. … Third Person Point of View "Do you really have no idea what happened last night?"

Casper pleaded desperately. But the next moment, he felt a sharp pain in his head as his vision blurred. A purple thread, like a snake, pierced through his skull and lifted him high. His body convulsed a few times before going limp. The purple thread continued its trajectory, aiming at Maman and his companion. Maman’s companion's voice was filled with panic, his eyes bloodshot, as he roared, "Damn it! It's that Brooke witch! Run, Maman! Otherwise, none of us will escape!"

enough to make you drip? “Let’s take this off,” he said, pulling down the zip of my dress. A cold breeze kissed my liberated back, transporting me again to that night. My roommate was on her knees, a man’s erection was in her mouth while her hand played with another man’s…… And kneeling before her was another man whose mouth was feasting on her bosom whilst his hands stroked his erection. “Oh my God!!!!” I screamed, my things tumbling to the floor. Their heads turned to my direction yet neither of them stopped their disgraceful engagements except my roommate whose mouth made a pop sound as she pulled away from the man’s erection.

“You really need therapy, not a blog.” So much hate. So much mockery. Chloe almost clicked away. Almost. But then she noticed something odd. The last blog post was dated two years ago. The title was short. Ominous. “Do. Not. Sign.” Her heart sank as she clicked. “Vampires are real. Not the ones in books. The ones that blend in with us, but aren’t human. They feed on emotions, lust is their favorite. That’s how they get in. That’s how they hook you. They’ll offer you everything you ever wanted. Luxury. Love. Power. All for one thing: your soul. They don’t take it like the devil does in stories. They make you sign it away. If they ask you to sign a contract, don’t. You’re fine as long as you h

Jess just stood there as if her legs didn't work as the stranger reached out and smelt her hair. "Hey! What the hell are you doing you CREEP!" Jackie yelled as she ran over. "Let's go Jess." Jackie pulled her by the arm and they rushed for the door. Jess could hear the guy talking to himself as he watched them leave, "Such a pretty girl, I'm gonna getcha pretty girl." Jess noticed that he was missing a few teeth when he smiled at her through the storefront window. "What a creep, what the hell was wrong with that guy? He was probably some kind of pedophile. Why did you even let him close enough to touch you?" Jackie went on rambling as Jess sat in silence.

she called back as the pleasure she had derived from it flashed through her mind and made her pussy tingle a bit. It took a week for Mr. Brooks to fix James's phone. During that time Darlene found herself having more frequent and more lurid fantasies about her son and his girlfriend... and herself. She had long been a fan of the erotic-story website, Literotica, but while her taste in those stories had been more in the "Loving Wives" category, she found herself reading more "Incest/Taboo" stories now, about women--MILFs--who either seduced their sons or who were seduced by them. Many of them included threesomes with the son's girlfriend. And there were plenty of them! Obviously, she was far

I pause, heat flushing all of my body. Uncle Jax nods, urging me to go on. “Umm right above my pussy,” I mumble, but the words are loud enough for him to hear. “I want it to say ‘Daddy’s Pussy’ in delicate script.”

SHE said that she wanted more, so the young man gave her that. But at that moment, his gentle tongue that tenderly caresses her femininity is gone. Instead, Jason's tongue became like a burning coil. Just a glowing coil of a paintbrush that smears insane but earnest happiness into her femininity. And that gave her reason to let out a series of growls and suppressed screams.

This pull is strange, scary but amazing. The problem now is, how do I keep the most stubborn Vampire to ever exist safe without having a fight with her?