Necrophilia Stories

“Before he was a monster, he was my brother…” To the world, the name ‘Alexander Warman’ had become synonymous with evil. But before the headlines about the cannibal who victimized many, including his own blood relations, he was the quiet boy sleeping down the hall. Told from the perspective of his adoptive sister, this prequel reveals the terrifying dawn of his descent. She thought they shared a bond, until he revealed his true nature.

I always wondered what happened after the ending of this one

A Best Intentions for Cathlolic School Girls Story
Something sinister and interesting happens to Teagan.

Alice manages to find trouble without really looking for it. Now she is working at a funeral parlor and as a personal secretary to a Godfather.

Mariel must complete a full year of "decision orientation" on land before she is admitted to the underwater kingdom. She can't wait until she is rid of her long beautiful legs and her deliciously shaped ass that framed her plump little pussy lips whenever she bends over.

My origin was a bad start. You can't imagine a more spoiled rotten mean little kid than I was. My story has a villain, but no heroes. I am the villain. No matter how I spin it or excuse myself, I'll never come out remotely heroic. I'm the predator, and the characters portray my victims. You won't learn much about them. Their character development is skimpy and stereotyped. Though they were my half-siblings I never knew them well so I can't tell what I don't know.

Trigger warning: Suicide and dark themes. Krystal, a young adult girl, is depressed and has lost the will to live. She has tried to have her life ended several times and she wants things to end her way, but that requires some assistance, and that assistance requires time. To keep the depression at bay, Krystal masturbates frequently, uses sex to fill the void inside her, spends time at work, and socializes, even though she doesn't feel like doing any of those things.

The funeral parlor was a large operation. They processed dozens of bodies every week for final resting places. Some were cremated and didn't need the heavy duty cosmetic work to make them look presentable. Sometimes the dirty and hard work had certain benefits when pretty young female corpses were stretched out on top of the metal tables like slabs of meat ready for a night worker with a yen for the ultimate submissiveness possible.

After her sister goes missing, a woman returns to her home town to find answers. While home she meets someone who leads her to her lost family member.