Necrophiliac Stories

When Shakespeare made a deal with the devil, and entered into "eternal slumber", little did he know that he would be woken in his tomb by J.B Priestly. A parody of romance, shipping and fanfiction, by CreeperSkeletor.

Whoever she is, what we know is that she doesn't care, but now I don't care, not because I don't need her, I just don't want her. Every story reads her beauty. Whether I am living or dead, I see her in a beauty.

Before the story begins Oh it was such a sin originally written by William Faulkner cover by padsfoot

A story about a young woman, who is unable to escape her own mind, no matter how long she looks out the window. Sometimes, your own thoughts lead you to unholy actions. This story is completely fictional. It contains content that may be a trigger for sensitive readers. Please be careful. The story of "Daphne" contains fragments that have its origin in the greek mythology.

( its about a love,life,live to death. - not a true story - ) Ash is a hardworking and full of effort man. he never exchange his love (Mars) to anything or anybody else. There is a secret that Ash never told.

Satire fic about uhh uhh idk

This is the most sexual, most spine-tingling, most calcium overdose inducing, most eröôøòóòtic, most erect, most powerful, and magical sensation of a story. It details a great orgy between every single Alternate Universe Sans in existence, where they all fuck one another and cum into each other's bony asses. Then, they all climax and every single one of them have such a massive orgasm that the universes they belong in are disrupted by the sheer power of their mega orgasmic cum energy, which combines all universes into one single universe, therefore creating the ultimate sans body that is the literal epiphany of God and sexual imtercourse. So strap on your masturbatory hook grabber and your ballsack semen instigator, because you're going on a journey more sexual than the God of Love her self, in fact, she masutrbated to this book due to its unlimited sexual potency. You could just feel the sexual tension leaking off these very words, the sensuality! THIS IS PERHAPS EVEN BETTER THAN PORN ITSELF! Have a nice time, fucking your self in euphoria, you bastards! ;) I belong in Hell now.

This is a story about how far loneliness can take you into the depths of the unimaginable. How far, one will go to be with the one they love even though they are long gone into the far unknown of the other side. The emotions of this story are not of the light and beautiful type but ones of the rather ugly and morbid. The emotions in this story are real. Enjoy ;}

ℍ𝕖𝕪, 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕨𝕙𝕖𝕟 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝕤𝕠𝕞𝕖𝕠𝕟𝕖'𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕥, 𝕖𝕤𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕕𝕠𝕣𝕖, 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕪 𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕒 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣? ...𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧....

A lot of Trigger Warnings will be placed in Chapters so if you're sensitive to any topic then I won't recommend this book at all. Thank you and you have been warned!

Over past 14 years, Angela Behar has come up with a number of ways to say the word "meat". She has gathered synonymous vernacular; ways to say it so that whenever she looked down at her plate, the crippling guilt wouldn't come back. So that the fresh smell of his cologne didn't line her lips when she left for work.....

TW: Profanity, Sexual Content, Gore, Violence Do you like stories, but, like, really short ones that don't have anything in common? Well good news! You're in the right place. Some are just scenes, some are stories, and some are gonna be added later because I have a ton of Covid-19 isolation time. Feel free to comment ideas and/or feedback. Happy reading, folks! #8 in Necrophilia (out of 134) #12 in Suburbs (out of 240) #46 in Desert (out of 2.2K) #53 in Bitten (out of 717) #61 in Truecrime (out of 407) #116 in Suburbs (out of 282) #220 in Zombie (out of 17.7K) #446 in Twist (out of 7.5K)

"[...] I would miss her whenever i went to work so i stopped working. Then i started missing her even when i was in the next room, so i stopped leaving her side unless necessity dictates it. She gave me a sense of purpose and my miserable life wasn't as miserable anymore; caressing her, loving her, embrassing her gave me a sense of joy I've never had before, she was my haven. [...]" But love never lasts, and especially this kind of love.