SECOND BOOK IN THE KILLER ROMANCE SERIES (SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK)
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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.
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*1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Winter Creepypasta Awards and EA: Best Written (@Creepypasta_Awards)*
*#260 in Fanfiction*
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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.
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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.
A Creepypasta and Jeff The Killer × Fem Reader [ 2 ]
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S N E A K P E A K :
My grip tightened, my brain began to go crazy with thoughts and different voices. "I'm not...a bad person." I whispered, my body leaned up against his chest for support as I felt my eyes begin to burn. Images of bodies blurred my train of thought, The ones he and the others had brutalized popped up in my into my sick mind, so many fucked up events finally began to take a tole on my brain as they found one little crease to seep into.
His hand grabbed my wrist, tight. I felt his other hand cup my cheek, pulling me closer to his body. "We are all bad people." He spoke aloud, his eyes not coming to mine once.
"But...I'm not." I breathed out, trying to convince myself that I wasn't.
"But you are, Y/n." He stated, looking down at me. His eyes were filled with... something unknown to my intoxicated mind.
Deep down, I knew that for once, he wasn't lying to me.
I truly was a monster, just, like, them.
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[ This book was written when I was in a deep state of derealization, so it may seem kind of off? Idk ]
WARNING :
- Past Sexual Assault [PTSD]
- GORE/HORROR/DISTURBING DESCRIPTION
- SLIGHT NSFW
- ADULT SUBSTANCES/ TOXINS / LANGUAGE
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START OF BOOK : 6 / 5 / 22
END OF BOOK: 8 / 17 / 22
[ FINISHED ]