Stripes Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The color drains from her face, leaving her chalk-white. “Lyra?” My voice is sharp with alarm. I pull my hand back, cupping her face. “Lyra, look at me. Come back.” She doesn’t hear me. She’s not here. She’s trapped somewhere in her mind, reliving something unspeakable. Her trembling intensifies. A low, choked sound comes from her throat, a sound of pure, animal terror. “Lyra, please!” I shake her shoulders gently. Nothing. Her eyes are wide, unblinking. They stare straight through me. Then, I see it. A thin, dark red trickle starts from the corner of her left eye. Then the right. It’s not a tear. It’s too thick. Too dark.

She figured this would work to her advantage, as the old man would surely lose his mind. Gigi opened her purse and reapplied her red lipstick. She also adjusted the wig she was wearing. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she left the bathroom. She really needed to get that flash drive containing all this old man's dirty deeds so his evil could end and there would be no more victims.

I come with a guttural groan. The first rope hits Lila’s tongue. Second across Sophia’s eyes. Third into Lila’s open mouth. Fourth stripes Sophia’s cheeks. I keep going—pumping thick spurts across their foreheads, noses, chins—until both faces are absolutely glazed. Dripping. Obscene. They swallow what lands in their mouths, moaning softly. I step back. They stay there—legs spread, holes gaping, faces painted with my cum—breathing ragged. I grab my phone from the nightstand.

Trepidation crawls up my spine as it purposely creeps in my direction. Closing my eyes again, I repeat my mantra and try to calm down my breathing. “It’s not real, Zoe. It’s not real.” Taking another deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. A scream lodges in my throat as the mist rises and takes shape. I stumble back and look on in horror as it opens what looks like a mouth with sharp fangs and growls.

She remembered how Julia had told her that things looked better when the sun was up and was relieved that it seemed to be true. “Yes, I remember him,” Stephanie replied as she looked at a picture of James Leroy. “He was fun. We met at a bar and I went back to his place. I didn’t stay over, though.” She had thick, blonde curls, which framed her face. She wore tight jeans and a tank top. “I’m sorry to hear he died, but I didn’t really know him.” She looked at the officers and handed the picture back. “I was just stressed and needed a quick hook-up.” They sat in her studio apartment. There were clothes scattered throughout and dishes in the sink. She was a waitress and told them she’d been busy

Ero **** on the first date she confided in me i have a chromosomal disorder, disorder, disorder i need love and pain strangely mixed together my elixirs i suffer reality distoooorrtions a ghastly Vatican of ****** compulsions my soul is black matter my **** a seething cauldron of despicable desire my *** cries for homicidal cruelty mold me into a ******* fold me like a two dollar beach chair the wrong way tear me to bits unwind my intestine eat me like a blood ******* ghoul make me squirm like an anime victim i thought oh finally a soul mate with soul strange as a Dionysian mad hatter on hallucinogenics hot girl creeping grimacing at me meandering conjurations by ****** contortions stunning

The man did not leave her alone and followed her around everywhere, leaving her with no choice but to be his personal stripper, leaving her unknown by the fact that it was her lavish body scent that had invited him, and waking up his inner wolf, which had slept for ages! ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ CHAPTER- 1 Warning: This book is going to have an extreme level of sexual content and as well as a bit of a disturbing scene! So, better be prepared before going into it! So, let's get into it!] ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ "What the hell is wrong with these students? Nobody is good at studies, and they lack brainpower! All they know is how to make me angry and write shit on the paper!” Aziel exclaimed in anger as he threw a whole

"What's wrong?" "Have you seen the news?" He sounds stressed. "Someone leaked that you were at Crimson Lounge. There are photos of you going in, coming out with a split lip. The press is having a field day speculating about what happened." I pull up the news on my computer and sure enough, there I am on three different gossip sites. "Troubled CEO Derek Cross Frequents Strip Club" reads one headline. Another says "Cross Enterprises Boss Caught in Seedy Nightclub Brawl."

Cynthia’s face hardened, she glanced back at Zosia’s door, her eyes flashing with pure hatred. “I’m here to teach a little bug lesson, Nick,” she spat, the sweetness in her voice vanishing. “There’s ‘a nobody’ living in 4B. A fat little stripper who thinks she can embarrass a Vane and walk away. She’s been making my mate miserable. Rejection sickness is no joke, and she needs to understand that in the Bluemoon pack, we don't tolerate… tantrums from the help.” I felt the anger in my blood surge, a hot, lethal tide that threatened to crack the bumbling shell I was wearing.

Summer I forced myself to keep moving despite the storm, even though I was scared that I would end up just like the maid. Minutes passed, then lightning suddenly flashed across the sky again. For a brief second, everything became visible and then I saw Lilo, the small cat was curled under a car, trembling. Relief flooded through me. I rushed forward without thinking, crouching down and pulling him into my arms. He was soaked and shaking violently, so I held him tightly against my chest.