Sally Creepypasta Backstory Novels & Stories

"Alpha Derek is asking questions. Speak up! Who contacted you?" Sally looked at Derek and said, "You used to love me so much, but now you're angry at me. Men are all liars!" She appeared crazed. "Fine, I'll tell you. Come here. I'll tell you who contacted me." Derek bent down slowly as Sally crawled towards him. Like a wounded snake, she dragged a trail of red blood across the carpet, a sight that was shocking to behold. Oddly enough, I couldn't muster any sympathy for Sally. It was as if she deserved this treatment.

She looked better, her complexion wasn't as ghostly pale as it had been the night before. Speaking of last night...I couldn't recall anything other than taking care of Sally. "Here's something for your migraine," she said to me, placing the cup of tea on my nightstand. The scent of crushed mint and something earthy drifted up from the cup. I inhaled deeply, feeling myself relax. "How are you feeling?" I asked her, and she smiled at me. "Much better. Thanks to you." Sally was a bird demon I'd saved several centuries ago. She was born premature and, as a result, she needed a constant supply of demonic energy.

He swallowed hard again and wiped his lips. “You..you can't father a baby?!” She asked in disbelief. “I can't, “ he replied sadly with his gaze on the floor. “And how do you know that?” She asked. “I once impregnated a girl called Sally after I ran away from rehab. We were both cohabiting, her parents were rich and she was a junkie too. We both fled from rehab and put up together in a home she rented. She loved me so much and then one day, she claimed she was pregnant. I took the bold step to return home to break the news to my family.

Sally smiled evilly. “What do you mean?” Draco asked confusingly. “Are you dump? Stacy is Natasha’s twin sister, don't you see the striking resemblance? I had kidnapped Stacy the very day she was born from her mother, and separated from her twins just to have my revenge.” Sally revealed, grinning widely. “What?” Draco frowned.

A primal desire was beginning to stir within her. Ashton and Sally walked out of the club one after the other. Going after Ashton, Sally asked with a smile, "Do you know who my sugar daddy is?" "Who?" "Louie Holt, the future head of the Holt Crew! I heard from Melody that you used to be a part of the criminal underworld. In that case, I'm sure you've heard of the Holt Crew before, right?" Patting Ashton on the shoulder, Sally continued haughtily, "Melody is a good friend of mine. I promised I'd help her, so kindly get out of the Langley residence at once.

Everyone went still as if they wanted to listen to night folktale by an elderly man with a rapt attention. Alpha Damon begins “I met Sarai coincidentally at the Pack’s library while she was being bullied by other maids of the pack house. I felt for her and had to stop them. I noticed she has a book very important and felt she was one of the maids that have ranked men rooting for them so I got pissed and left her. We’ve had several encounters after that and what stood out for me about her is her dreams and never relenting spirit. I rejected her as my mate before but I regretted it. I am publicly attesting to that. She was bullied because of me as well and I felt sorry which was why she got tr

he says smiling at her. "Good answer, you smart boy," Sally laughs, releasing his cock and pulling him against her. "You know exactly what to say," she chuckles, leaning against him, rubbing her tits across his slippery chest as she runs her hands down his lower back. Her hard nipples, slick with soap, glide back and forth on his soapy chest as she cups his ass cheeks, grinding her hairless pussy against his soapy cock. "So who was she?" Sally asks. "That's just it, we don't' know," Chris answers, his hands soaping Aunt Sally's back and sliding down to squeeze her ass. "Randy says we know her, but he's not telling us who she is."

“He was. I’m not sure how he got in there, though.” “Weird.” Shrugging, she decided it didn’t really matter. “So anyway, Holland was gone again, but she’d been working with this creepy bastard in Eastern Europe--Daunator. Even though he’d been basically dormant for a few hundred years, he was pissed at that point and started making an army of Shadow Creepers. Of course, at the time, no one knew what those were. So my parents took a team over there to get rid of him. They blew him up with a grenade, but my mom fell off a mountain--and apparently she died for a few minutes or something. But Jamie brought her back, and that’s when my dad found out she was pregnant with me and my brother.”

He never expected me to know all about his little schemes. Frankly, I had believed him at first, but I received another private message at around 5:00 am. The profile picture was a cartoon character dressed as a young priest. He told me Poppy was a shadow cat, the lowest form of life-swapping magic. The solution was simple—just kill the cat. I did not believe it at first and thought he was a scammer. However, later, when I was in the cab, I found the tracking device. That made me suspicious, so I had my best friend prepare a realistic baby doll for me to carry around. Then, I left Ella with my friend, who took her to my parents.