Scary Candyman Novels & Stories

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

"Didn't know she would murder my parents? Didn't know she would steal my entire legacy? Or didn't know she would humiliate me in front of the world?" Clark was speechless. "Or," I continued, "did you know all along and just chose to look the other way?" "No! I really didn't know—" "Then what about this?" I turned my back to him and unfastened the top of my tunic. A gruesome scar ran from my left shoulder to my right hip. The eclipse curse had turned it a sickly silver-black, and it still seemed to writhe slowly, eating away at my life force. Clark's breath hitched.

As they stepped through the gates, the chaos of the park unfolded around them, fog machines hissing across the pathways, costumed actors leaping out at unsuspecting visitors, the high-pitched creak of rollercoasters overhead, and the mingling scents of fried food and fake blood. “Okay, which first?” Zoe asked, spinning in a circle as she took it all in. “Rollercoasters? Haunted house? Cotton candy?” “Cotton candy,” Chloe said instantly, her eyes on a vendor with enormous pastel swirls of sugar on sticks. “Haunted house,” Melinda countered. “Get the scariest part out of the way.” Diana grinned, looping her arms through both Chloe’s and Zoe’s. “No, no. Drinks first. Then rides. Then cotton can

"Because you don't look at me like a god. You look at me like you see the monster underneath. That intrigues me, Emmy." Her breath hitched, chest rising fast. "Monster? Maybe I like monsters. Keeps things interesting." The drive was quiet at first, snow whipping against the tinted windows of the SUV. I sat close, thigh brushing hers. She stared out at the blurred city lights, Christmas decorations glowing like distant fires. "Tell me about those dark parts," I said finally, voice low. "What shadows are you fighting?" Emmy glanced at me, biting her lip. "Abusive ex. Left bruises that match your song 'Scarred Canvas.' Family pretends it didn't happen. Holidays make it worse—fake cheer, empty p

"What do you mean, disease?!" "Okay! Don't yell at me!" "I'm sorry Eboni, but-" "She got something called Fre-erasia, or…something like that." Fre-erasia? He repeated the word over and over trying to understand it. "Look, Candyman, Juicy's customers keep calling here asking for her and cussing us out. She going to lose her customer's if she ain't careful."

He soon realized it was not something that could be left exposed to humidity for too long because the candy quickly deflated into a thick clump of pink sugary blobs. He could not fight his desire any longer and took a large bite out of it. The past Damon would have never imagined himself eating in the proximity of a toilet. But today, he finished the entire cotton candy until the stick was all that was left. Jeanette was still nowhere in sight. Impatient, Damon called out her name to the inside. There was no response. Something was not right. Damon tossed the stick and ran inside the girls’ bathroom. He made it as far as the door before he felt something dense hitting the back of his neck. A

He then stood up and repeated his earlier request, "Let me ask you one last time, then. Are you willing to take up this task? This is a rare opportunity for you to show your loyalty after joining the Blood-Drinker Gang!" Mick gritted his teeth and had no choice but to accept. "Rest assured, Second Elder, we will take care of this. I will arrange for our men to go there and bring back Severin's head!" "Wonderful! I'll excuse myself now and report back to our leader!" Menkel nodded and ogled Candy once more before leaving. For the record, Candy was in her early twenties and had a slender figure along with a cute face. It was natural, then, that old perverts like Menkel would have some lewd fan

I got mp3 out and played it putting my airpods in. "don't mind if you delay oh. I don't want to be lonely lonely tonight", I sang to myself as I played. I had a soft spot for Joeboy and this was the only song I was playing so easily. "Arghhh", I groaned. "Easy". I jumped at the sound of the voice. "Who are you?". "I'm so sorry, I startled you. "I'm Tari" I let go of my chest and moved in the piano seat.

Jenny coughs, "It's Sophia. That girl who joined us three months ago. She's a Big Cat, Robert Scofield's daughter." Mr. Butcher looks away from her with a big smile on his face. His eyes expressing extreme joy. "You did good... What is your name?" "Jenny," she replies. "Come here," he cups her jaw with his palm, drawing her closely and kissing her roughly like he's about to bite of her lips. "Next time, bring some of your girlfriends along." Thud! The doors are pushed open and a woman boldly walks in. "Honey," Mr. Butcher calls out in guilt.

said Candy. “You keep saying your master; does that mean I’m your master now?” “Yes, but there are a few things you need to know about me. I am a Succubus, a Spawn of Hell. I can be anyone you want me to be, and I’m your bodyguard,” replied Candy. “My bodyguard; so you were the last reaper’s bodyguard as well?” “Yes, I was.” “Well, you suck,” said Dale. “Yes, and very well I’m told,” replied Candy.