Yandere Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Nadine let herself into Madam Yvonne's place. “Ah. Nadine!” Madam Yvonne exclaimed, grinning brightly, “Long time, no see!” “Well, I've been busy.” Nadine replied. “The more important question is, have you been productive?” Madam Yvonne asked as she busied herself making tea. “Uh, yes. At least, I believe so. We got some info on some lycanthrope who has an obsession for human males. It should be her, right?” Nadine asked.

"No, I mean after the other really weird mystical gangbang you've had recently." Shamira gave the girl a frown. "Sarcasm doesn't become you." The she grinned and said, "I'm actually doing fine." "That was some weird shit. You fantasize about that stuff a lot?" Shamira shook her head. "I hadn't thought about that in a long time," she admitted. "I remember seeing this really creepy japanime flick called 'Curse of the Overfiend' or something like that once. I hated that none of the girls in those movies actually consent, but --" She paused. "This is going to sound sick, but the whole thing with tentacles . . . this unstoppable thing that just fucked you until you couldn't take it anymore just g

She could almost see his hips driving deep, his face tight with focus and raw hunger. The moans from the other side of the wall grew louder. The girl was whimpering now, a frantic, needy sound that made Lena’s stomach flip. Caleb grunted through his teeth, a rough, primal rhythm pounding into the mattress. Lena’s fingers crept into her panties before she could even think to stop them. She was already slick, her body betrayed by the simple sound of his pleasure.

The smooth and fair collarbone and a large part of her breast became visible, and the lower half was only left with a tiny clothe which sole purpose was to make her look very erotic. 1 The sight is so sinful! "Come, boy, you can give that to me first. Not the videos and pics, but that." As Zendee walked to him and clung tightly to his body while undressing him, Xander, this weak-hearted wannabe paparazzi swallowed some saliva. His body and face heating up at the skin contact and the feeling or a girl kissing his neck. "C-chief?" 'Don't tell me Chief is actually one of the girls in the urban legend, one of those that had been turned by that rapist Aeron?'

Raped. A heavy frown etched onto my face as a storm of memories—memories that weren’t mine—suddenly crashed over me. Four Alphas! They had overpowered Dredea with their pheromones, forcing her into submission, dragging her into this forest to commit the unthinkable. She couldn’t resist. Overwhelmed and suffocated by their potent scent, her body had given up. She died helplessly. Alone. My fists clenched, nails digging into my palms as a deep rage began to boil inside me. Those bastards would pay!

My body feels relaxed and heavy, yet raring to fuck through the night. I felt like I had been drugged. My eyes opened just in time to see Tandie with a small vile of blood. She tips it over my mouth and when I try to move my head, I find I can’t. Andie increases her pace, slamming down on my cock with abandonment. Fuck she feels good. The warm and coppery taste of blood fills my mouth. “Give us your seed son of Lycaon.” Tandie chants. “I give you the gift of knowledge,” Andie screams as her pussy clamps around my cock and she comes undone.

There was no window and the deep-orange brick walls were painted with grotesque images that included people writhing in flames, people being tortured to insanity, and, most of all, the reaper with his scythe hanging right on his shoulder, his eyes hidden on his hood, though it felt so much like he’s really staring at her as though he’s not merely a lifeless painting. “What’s your say about this, Miss Yara?” Perry’s voice brought Hera back to reality, just in time to see the woman who seemed detached to everything earlier jumping on the soles of her feet, looking startled. “Oh, so Yara deserved honorary, too, huh!” “Okay, fine!’ she snapped, crackling her fingers. “Yara then if it’ll stop you

Whether he noticed or not, it wasn't apparent as he was now looking quite closed off and still angry. How did I ever think him attractive? Was he mentally ill? Just now he was slightly now, then this? He infuriated me. "Anconeus will be here to talk to you about accommodations" he said the same time a high pitched nasally voice cried out "Xanderrrrrr". I cringed and turned towards the source of the voice. Same as Lord Alexander and Lord Ben. I saw the most perfect, beautiful, golden skinned, raven haired, green eyed goddess. She was vampire too. I suddenly felt so out of place and ugly. I just wanted to shrink under the shroud of her beauty.

ZARA I bent over Professor Alexander Kane’s desk like the desperate slut he had turned me into, my chest pressed flush against the cool wooden surface, my cheek resting on scattered papers. My pleated skirt was flipped up over my waist, ass high in the air, legs spread wide. My pussy was still throbbing from the brutal face-fucking, dripping wet and puffy, his earlier cum drying on my tits and chin. “Fuck, look at this pretty cunt,” He growled behind me, voice dark and dangerous. “Already soaked and clenching around nothing. You really are my filthy little blackmailer, aren’t you?”

She’s never felt this needy before. I’m about to ask her if she’s okay, when her canines slide out. I tilt my head, giving her access and Annika presses her teeth into my neck, causing me to come immediately. I growl, as I thrust harder inside her, Arric letting our canines slide out before sinking them into Yara. Her body jerks with her release, contracting around me and making me shoot off again. Annika doesn’t release me, purring loudly as she pushes her venom into my body.