Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

He opened the large window of the house to see if anyone was at their gate. "Dad, don't wait." “Oh, why? Have you ever seen a ghost child? It's too early for that, isn't it? ” The old man really likes to believe the ghosts and aswangs. “That's Ka Lupe. Isn't that the owner of the rented house that Ephraim is your godson too ?, ”Selena asked her father who was already having breakfast at that time. "Say it! Kuh! You should not make it like a suspense movie! That will give me a heart attack. Than I'll just have to haunt you in your dreams.” The old man was angry because that was not what he was waiting for, he was very impatient.

He kissed down my neck, sucking lightly, while his fingers kept fingering and thrusting deeper into my wet and slippery pussy. “You’re going to be the death of me,” he growled, “So tight and needy. I shouldn’t be doing this. But fuck… you already seems to be sweeter than your mom,who hardly wet I want to ruin this sweet little pussy. Stretch it open and make you scream my name and call me Daddy.” I was shaking, my hips grinding against his hand like I had no shame left and maybe I didn't,not anymore,not with him. He pushed my panties aside and slid one thick finger along my folds, slow and deliberate, coating finger in how embarrassingly wet I already was.

- D* The blood literally drained from my face, my stomach dropping into a bottomless pit as the realization hit me like a freight train. The guy from the club. The tattooed biker who wrecked me in the VIP suite. The guy whose silver cufflink was currently sitting at the bottom of my purse. He was Arthur's son.

“Excuse me?” “You heard me,” he said, walking forward with a sheepish grin. “Stepmother. Don’t get all shy now. We both know my father can’t stay away from you for more than ten minutes at a time, and yet here you are, somehow still married to my idiot of a brother.” “Augustine, stop.” He raised his hands innocently. “Look, I’m not trying to stir the pot. Honestly, I’d prefer it if you ended up with my father. So, I’m just gonna keep saying it until it becomes reality. Manifestation is the new genie, haven’t you heard?”

“The beast growls and slowly stands, its height grater then the small room we are in. the beasts head hits the ceiling and he bends slightly to finish standing. It growls with force sending drool and what I’m suspecting is what ever he has eaten flying across my face and silk nightgown. My papa hold a twisted looking dagger with a black glinting blade to my chest and pushes in into my skin slightly “I will not play this game with you Drago, you are my pet and you will do as told or she will pay THE CONSICUENSES” my papa finishes with a yell. The beast steps back and sits back down its dark black eyes locking with my blue ones. A tear slides down my cheek as the blade sinks into my skin, send

A scream ripping through my body as I try to get to him rather quickly. “PAPPOUS (GRANDFATHER)!”

Papa’s shout distracted us. I looked to the side and saw Papa looking disapprovingly at us, his open laptop in his hands. A normal person would be embarrassed to have their father catch them making out, let alone making out with one man while another is behind you getting handsy. I, however, am not a normal person. I’m Zoe Petridis, and the Goddess saw fit not to give me a sense of shame or embarrassment. Instead, I focused on Papa’s laptop screen, where I caught a glimpse of my Mama.

"Stinky Papa! Stinky Papa!" Chloe and Chris stood and watched with their adorable faces. They looked slightly frightened by Papa's soccer skills. "Ah! I don't want to play anymore!" Chloe immediately rushed to Mama's side and hugged her legs. "It's fine. It's fine…" Anne held Chloe's hand and walked toward Charlie, who was still bawling. "Charlie, does your head hurt? Let me have a look." "I don't want Papa anymore!" Charlie got on his feet and was very angry. "Papa is not my Papa anymore!"

Later… Twilight POV “Mama, me dweamed weiwd dweam.” “What was it about?” I asked while tucking her in. “I dweamed saw Papa yestewday. He looked lot like me or me looked lot like him. But he was vewy tall like a giant.” “Honey, that wasn't a dream. Your papa was here yesterday just before you fell asleep.” “Oh.” “Do you want to see him again?” “Maybe. Can I tomowwow?”