Papa Grande Creepypasta Novels & Stories

The flies were already beginning to buzz and vultures circled overhead. We were led forward, walking over the dead bodies of our people who had given their lives for our failed escape attempt. "Oh look. Your family has joined us." Papa was on his knees chained with silver, bloody and battered. He began to struggle anew as he saw us. "How touching." The man mocked. Then the man kicked Papa in the head so he hit the ground. He grabbed Papa's hair, lifting his face off the ground. "Never thought I'd see the day Julian Romano kissed the ground beneath my feet." He gave a cruel laugh and I recognized him at once.

I questioned, thoroughly bewildered by the sheer escalation of the environment. "You still possess the audacity to question us?!" Papa bellowed, his voice echoing sharply off the walls. "You were covertly administered an aphrodisiac and were mere moments away from being entirely exploited by that DJ! How could we possibly remain anything less than terrified for your life?" I stood entirely rooted to the spot, the blood draining from my face as my heart began to hammer violently against my ribs. "From what exact source did you obtain information regarding that, Papa?"

Somewhere, a clock chimes three. “You’ll sign the papers tonight,” Papa says. “Then you’ll go back upstairs. Tomorrow, you’ll smile for the photographer. You’ll tell your little college friends you met someone. You’ll forget that boy.” I meet his eyes. “And if I don’t?” Massimo laughs softly. “Then we send pieces of him to you. One finger at a time.” My stomach lurches, but my voice stays steady. “I understand.” Papa nods, satisfied. He thinks he’s won. He always thinks that.

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.

Caleb said with a chuckle "You really think that you're all that don't you? You're nothing but disgusting pieces of shit that take their pathetic time in torturing someone who's done absolutely nothing to you" Richard said "The only pathetic and disgusting pie-" Caleb starts to say when he was cut off by papa's voice "I dare you to fucking finish that sentence Caleb" "Alpha Dimitri" Caleb said, his voice coated with fear "Think again" Papa said and his voice was harsher, more animalistic then ever and it was then that I knew it was papa's wolf taking.

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

"Dinner is at seven. I'm making Papa cook tonight because Margot went home early. He makes good pasta but burns the garlic sometimes. Just so you know." "Thank you for the warning." "Welcome." He disappeared down the hallway, and I heard him call out: "PAPA! THE NEW NANNY LIKES BRACHIOSAURUS! SHE'S COOL!" I froze. Papa was home? Adrien was here. In this apartment. Right now? And his son had just announced my presence at full volume. Just great. I sat very still on the edge of my new bed, my heart hammering, waiting to hear what came next.

I murmured. But then, I felt a prickle down the back of my neck. I wasn’t alone. I turned slowly, and my breath caught in my throat. It was him. The same man from earlier. The one I’d kicked in the balls. He stood in the doorway of the bathroom, snarling. “Hey there, little thing,” he said, slurring just a bit. “I heard what you were whispering. You wanna fuck your father-in-law, don’t you?”

“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