|Book 1| Tiana King was a young and great college student at Howard University. She was up at the top of the list for being the famous preacher's daughter. Her entire reputation of being a good girl was her dad's doing. She had dream goals to own her own business but her father had other plans and that involved the church. Serial Killer, Carter Mason was the killer on campus. Every female was a victim in his eyes and he enjoyed hearing them scream for they life. What happens when the dangerous man runs into good girl Tiana and she finds out he's more than a serial killer? WARNING: NOT EDITED Word Count: 160,000-170,000

So how do you meet a killer, or in my case, a serial killer? You would think that I would meet him in a darkened alleyway, or perhaps on a hike through the forest as I unwillingly stumbled upon his bloody dumping grounds. That would make for an adrenaline-filled start to our story, our dance of death, but that's not how it happened at all. No, I met my killer where a lot of people meet these days. And no it wasn't on tinder or with any of those other damned dating apps. He wasn't that kind of serial killer. No, I met him at the local grocery store, I met him at my place of work. Just my luck right? Some would call it destiny, but in all honesty it was all just a throw of a dice, and a late night shift at work that needed to be filled. Warning: This twisted story is not intended for a younger audience. It will contain violence, sex, foul language, death, mind games, and so on. Stop reading if you are easily triggered by such things.

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

Katrina Johnson never really fit in anywhere, her bullies, lack of family, and lack of decent friends pushed her to grow less patient... And C A R E L E S S. Kat was orphaned in while she was in middle school, no one to console or C O N T R O L her. She was an outcast and no one understood her. One day she gets left behind from the bus and she takes a shortcut through a wooded park. U N F O R T U N A T E L Y, she stumbles upon a boy with a white blood covered jackect with long black hair. She thinks hes just another creep untill she experiences how much in common they have with each other. Or is it something more? Something more... T o x I c...