THIRD BOOK IN THE KILLER ROMANCE SERIES (SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE OTHER BOOKS)
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There were two years and six months taken from you.
Jeff described that time as being similar to Hell. He was there through thick and thin, but he didn't want you to have to deal with the pain. He did everything to keep his secret, yet you still wonder what the reasons for some of his actions were. He held empty promises, told lies, and even tried to make you live in a fake romance story. But in the end, all he wanted was to be in love with you. Right?
These are those lost memories.
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Jeff lived a conflicting life.
None of his actions ever had a long-term effect. Kill, run, sleep, grieve. That's it. He feels his sanity go back and forth between light and dark as he experiences a feeling he's never felt before. He doesn't understand what it is, but it does seem to get him into a lot more trouble than usual. He wonders if fate has decided to bestow another chance upon him as a distant relative returns. Does he want to go back to his old ways?
You snapped him into true insanity.
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This is the third book in the Killer Romance series.
Do not read unless you have read both "Killer Romance" and "Sweet Insomnia".
It's written entirely from Jeff's point of view.
(Jeff The Killer x Reader) (Reader Insert)
I don't own Jeff and I don't own you.
Picture used in the cover isn't mine. Credit to the creator.
Fourth book, anyone?
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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.
Books In The Series Order:
Survivor (1)
Monster (2)
Murderer (3)
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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 ]