Jacknyras Stories

This story is a love story about Jeff the killer and a male reader / OC. trigger warning : -blood mentioned -trauma mentioned -little sexual scenes -deaths -swear words -brutal descriptions (The picture on the cover is not mine)

Y/n has just turned 18 and has been living on her own since two years before, only reason she knew it was her birthday was because of her friends. They all sent her happy birthday texts the day before since they all had work and it's not like she had any plans. her morning routine is what keeps her sane, or at least that's what she says...what happens when one night changes everything for her?

Rewrote EJ's story for shits and giggles

Why can I feel pain from my dreams? Is this reality, or is this fake? I can't take it anymore.. I just have to... for peace.

You just lost your job. Oh, no. Terrible. Yes, yes. What's this? Someone just volunteered to be your roommate and pay half of the rent. How nice. But is this someone even human? Well, good luck 🍀 -I don't know how the story will go This is purely because I just felt like it Feel free to take the risk and read it