Yandere Creepypasta Novels & Stories

They’d vanish from the laundry, only to reappear days or weeks later, folded neatly in my drawer, stiff with dried cum in the crotch. I never threw them away. I wore them again. Let the evidence of his obsession rub against my pussy while I went about my day, secretly thrilled at how fucked up it was. Because the truth is, I have always craved the dark. Rough fantasies. Stories about girls taken in alleys, in their homes, by strangers who couldn’t hold back anymore. I’d touch myself to the idea of being watched, wanted so violently that someone would risk everything to have me. So I fed him.

It was hard maintaining a conversation with these random horny women but I knew I had to because I did not want to blow my cover. I watched the rapist approach Yulia and all my wolf sense heightened up so much that the women recoiled in fear as they felt my powerful aura. They could not understand what was happening but I had somehow changed before their eyes. It was the Lycan effect. One by one, they left me alone as they made up flimsy excuses about using the ladies’ room. I merely nodded as I was left alone.

When was the last time you ate? Me: Uh… Dane: Seriously? Me: I have a bad memory. Dane: My palm is twitching. Me: Sir! Dane: Yes? Me: Are you saying you want to… Dane: Spank you? Yes. One hundred percent. I squealed quietly, as if he could hear me if I were too loud. Everything about Dane was intense. Even when he was joking, he was intense. I’m literally an abuse victim. What the hell is wrong with me? Why do I like this? Why do I want this? This should scare me, but it doesn’t. I’ve read enough dark romance books with werewolf daddies, mafia men, and Doms to know it isn’t scary. That it can be good if done with the right person. The image of Dane Wetness pooled between my legs.

No more wails to be had— The feminine form touches herself and shudders deliciously upon her sculpted throne of mortar and bones. She knows the girl can see other worlds; observing them even as they observe back. Knows the immense threat the girl poses. She stretches and stands, urinates down bare legs. Dripping in exhilaration, this creature’s wildish floor-length hair lifts and swirls about her as she begins her scheming. Holding intercourse with the dead. She calls on something then, calls it forth from some ink-black place into birth, and listens with leering smile as it shrieks out miserably at its own hopeless fate in the darkness of the ruin’s attic above.

The memories came like flashes, first of the men who had tried to rape her, then her head against the tarred road, drops of rain, blood, a blur, and the darkness. The room looked ordinary enough, bright pink coloured wall paper, and fluffy teddy bears that almost took up half the space of the bed all suggested this to be a girl's bedroom, there were loads of other things on the table just in front of the bed, but they looked hardly out of place, instead each item had a sense of belonging of some sort, there was nothing disturbing, nothing eery, the air was fresh, the scent of waking flowers penetrated the room, and even though they hardly appeared taken care of, it felt like a typical mornin

The one and only thing an alpha needs from him mate was strong pups and only an alpha female could grant then such wish. On that very day I was dressed in a long back gown, which was tight at the top and flare from the waist downward reaching my feet, and there was a black net cape, that flowed from my neck to the ground, I had paired it with a silver ankle strap heel, which mom had gifted me that morning, once was done, I headed down stairs, where Cassie, soon and my mom were waiting for me. Oh yeah, it was also Cassie's first mating Ceremony. Sophia on the other hand found the whole ritual dumb and stupid, that's why she chose not go take part in it, which didn't go well with everyone.

She wandered if this what love was as she had never experience it before but she could tell the feeling were too overwhelming. Yael was new to the world of lust and sex, the war came before she could experience all that and was trapped in the box for seven hundred years. She had seen a lot during her time roaming the earth like a ghost. She had seen people fall in love, have sex and even just mate for pleasure like the vampire do, those creature were lustful beings. She had not experience it. But from what she hard, first time are painful as hell and seeing how huge the product was, she was truly scared. But she cannot chicken out now as she had been acting all brave.

“That’s it, princess. Take my cock like a good little ghost hunter. You’re so fucking wet for us.” Elias took her from behind next, holding her suspended in mid-air while he railed her. Victor and Lucian took turns using her mouth and playing with her clit and nipples. Harper was a moaning, drooling, overwhelmed mess. “You three are going to kill me,” she gasped during a brief moment when her mouth was free. “Death by ghost gangbang. That’s a new one for the obituary.” Elias laughed and thrust deeper. “We’ve been dead for over a hundred years, darling. We have a lot of pent-up energy. And you’re the first living woman brave enough to spend the night.”

The memory of his and Light’s death, and the lingering stench of blood still assaults her senses. However, despite the overwhelming horror, she knew she had to escape the haunted mansion alive if not for the sake of anything, but for her baby. As she masturbated, Zane and Jaxon watched her. Soon, they began to touch her body lewdly. Jaxon’s black fingers caused Red’s body to tingle and the way Zane squeezed her breasts roughly till the line of pleasure and fear began to blur in her mind, nearly left her whimpering. She was unbelievably horny. Her clit was throbbing and she was on the verge of cumming.

Kyra asked. "Many girls' students dream they are having sex," said Damon. Cael laughed as Raven and Kyra looked at each other. "What are those wet dreams?" says Cael, laughing. "Cael, will you shut up? If such news spreads, it means there is a source. There is no fire if there is no smoke." said Kyra. "Fine, I'm sorry. So, what do you think is the epidemic that spreads to women?" Cael asked. "A shapeshifter demon whose tendency is to have sex with the women he meets," said Kyra.