You get caught up in a storm of chaos that involves a particular murderer. This murderer's behavior reminds you of a friend you lost a year ago. So tell me, can you sympathize with a serial killer? (If you know me from Quotev, hello, yes I am the original author)

SECOND BOOK IN THE KILLER ROMANCE SERIES (SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK) -+- You were left broken. Heart crushed to pieces, you try to forgive and forget, but your mind keeps darting back to the subject. Nearly a month after the incident, you're released from the hospital and sent home... or so it seems. You struggle to eat, drink, and sleep knowing that a killer- one that you're very familiar with- is still on the streets. One dark, disturbing, creepy evening, you experience a repeat of the night that your life changed. But how much of it is actually real? Mind trapped into a spiral, you try to decipher what is really going on. What types of lies are hidden underneath the seams of what is thought to be your past? Do you even know what trust is anymore? He's back. And he's more determined than ever. -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Winter Creepypasta Awards and EA: Best Written (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *#260 in Fanfiction* -+- Second book in the Killer Romance Series. I still don't own Jeff, and I still don't own you. (Jeff the Killer x Reader) Picture used in the cover also isn't mine, so credit to the creator. -+- I do not give doc truyen or any individual, website, organization, server, etc. the right to reproduce, post, publish, steal, etc. my stories and ideas.

Sequel to Good Luck!- So I'm finally here. In these white walls. So much for luck. What am I without it? --------------------------- WARNING- makes light of heavy topics #1 Proxies / 2022-05-06 #1 Goodluck / 2022-08-19 #1 Lucky / 2023-01-18

I wasn't sure what love was. Everyone spoke of it like a legend. Something sacred that you'd capture if you were lucky. The man I had let take my heart wanted to carve it out of my chest as proof. I tried to forget feeling that way about him. I tried to figure out why I could ever love someone like him. He terrified me but at moments it was like a roller coaster. Up and down I would try to hold on for dear life. I liked how he made me feel alive, knowing he was always there made me feel less alone. He had done something to me I wish he hadn't. When he hurt me every time seemed to get worse and worse but at some point, I had gotten addicted to it. I wanted him to drown me in his hate and make me beg. I knew it was wrong, toxic and unhealthy. The way I felt was bad the only question was does he feel it too? Does he know this is wrong and how bad I want him? I looked up to him, he brushed the hair out of my face gently, eyes locked to mine. I didn't care if he felt the same, it was too late for me. I was intoxicated. His lips brushed softly against mine, teasing my heart strings. He slipped passed my mouth and whispered with that low gruff voice of his that made me melt, "Let's play a game..." WARNING: THIS IS NOT YOUR ORDINARY FANFICTION. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. MATERIAL MAY NOT BE SUITABLE FOR SOME. JEFF ISN'T NICE. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED. 1st POV Jeff the killer Fanfic Give it a chance T~T

❝ 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘶𝘬𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘢𝘯 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘤𝘩. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘣𝘦𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘶𝘬𝘦. 𝘋𝘳𝘺𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘺𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴. 𝘒𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘯͟𝘥͟ ͟𝘢͟𝘨͟𝘢͟𝘪͟𝘯͟ ❞ ┗━━━━ ➤ ➤ ➤ 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐖 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓* ˚ ✦ ʙʀɪᴀɴ ᴛʜᴏᴍᴀꜱ x ꜰ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʙʟᴇ ʜᴏʀɴᴇᴛꜱ │ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʜᴏᴏᴅ ꜰʀɪᴇɴᴅꜱ ᴀᴜ ◣━━━━━━━━◢ ''..🍂: 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒: ▫ 𝘨𝘰𝘳𝘦 ▫ 𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘢𝘭 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 ▫ 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘮 ▫ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

[Completed] Y/N is a 17-year-old girl who has been isolated in a Mental Institution for 3 years now, every passing hour becoming a blur. Days are long, but nights are even longer. She's trapped in her small room, in her head. There is no escape. The closest she can ever get to the outside world is by looking out the small window by her bed, the glass is too thick to break. An old notebook is her only belonging, in which she writes her thoughts in very often. It was the same routine every single day, nothing different happened. Until she saw him. A man, maybe a bit older than her, watching her through her small window. Her little dark world is opened to so many possibilities she is nearly overwhelmed. As time goes on, however, things kinda get out of hand. ➸Disclaimers inside ( i ) ➸Cover Art: Ashiva-K-I on Deviantart

!Warning! May contain Inappropriate language, actions and killing !You have been warned!

A Fun And Really Romantic Book About Your Favorite Creepypasta Toby!! Enjoy

This book is completed. Im staring a new book named TicciToby x Reader 2. It its the "sequel" of the first book. HOLY FUCK 84K THANK YOU GUYS

You had an abusive family. No one cared for you nor your little sister, Cherokee. She meant everything to you. She was your life. Your guys bond was like no other. Until someone breaking into your house and taking away. This stranger saved you and fell in love with you..