The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake

{Reach #5 ranking in JefftheKiller Stories} ''' Have you ever thought of dying? Death is my only door to escape the world. I kept holding back whenever its only one step from reaching it.. Until a cold blooded hand grabs me... together can we escape the world? Or would he rather choose to fulfill my only wish ...? ''' TRIGGER WARNING: This story includes violence, depression, gore, suicide and strong language. *The Art in the Book Cover is not mine. Credits to the owner* [TO BE EDITED IN FUTURE (especially the grammar)] [CHAPTERS with "check marks" already been edited]

Fear is us, as much as we are it. Fear gives us life, but it also takes it away. Growing up with only one parent may be a struggle. Trying to live your life normally when a notorious serial killer is after your life - well that's another challenge, especially if your name is Nora. As people begin to go missing only to be found hours later viscously murdered in her hometown with a strange sentence carved into their flesh, someone who wants nothing more than to exterminate them all has arrived at their town's front gate. "You're mine to play with, and mine to torment. When I'm done with you I'll easily get a new toy to play with if necessary. But for the moment you're my toy. So let's play, shall we?" * * * * * * Note: I will edit this story once it's done, until then I apologize for every possible plot-hole, chapter(s) not making sense and grammar mistakes etc. I do Not own the Picture!!

New's papers, sightings, evidence, all of this added up to the Jeff The Killer case. (Name), an unemployed investor into this subject. She would ask the police any information they could give her, whether it be about the victims or Jeff The Killer himself. But... Then (Name) did the stupidest thing they could have done, can they escape from it? ~WARNING~ Violence Blood & Gore Trigger Warning Sexual Content Fluff Strong Language/Cursing

"Alone.That's what you were.A freak,an antisocial weirdo.But you weren't like any other person: you could see,sense what crawls in the dark.Your mind was tortured by the things that lurked in the shadows but somehow... they helped you?They were there when you needed someone to talk with,they barely ever spoke but they did something no one else ever did:they listened. But even the darkest creatures of the world feared one,powerful demon:he went by the name of Jeff ,Jeff the killer who happened to...live in your mirror. But who exactly was he and what does he have to do with you?" ~Listen up peoplez :sorry to burst out your bubble,but this isn't like any other Jeff the Killer stories...here Jeff is portrayed in my own different way,so don't expect cheesy shit .~

Eeegh idk what to write....I guess that I've put my heart and soul into this...so cheers and enjoy.

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I'm putting all of the scenarios I get requested from Tumblr here just in case they decide to delete it and also to have all of them in one place! Warning: Explicit content and language

Taking requests! Only JEFF related 'cause my cousin wanted me to do this book once she saw my other one and she's a MEGA fan of Jeff so yeah.

I've been asked many time to write a love story for Jeff the Killer. Ladies and gentlemen it is finally here. ... I thought I was the center of the world, that everything revolved around me. I was a grade a narcissist before it all happened. Before I met him. He changed my life no matter how disgusting and repulsive I found him. A serial killer, a bloody fucking murderer. He helped me become numb, to love, to feel accepted and I, I loved him for that. ... A story of a freshman in highschool named Maddy who captured and madly fell in love with Jeffery Woods.