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Killers Of Love (Jeff the Killer Love Story) - On Hold

InsanityLurksNear

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Reads 17,422
Votes 485
Parts 12
Time 57m

InsanityLurksNear

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Bella is an average looking girl. It's her last year of High School, finally. All she's been able to think about is killing anyways. She can't help but think these things, but she still hasn't done anything yet. In fact, she hasn't  hurt anyone. So what will happen when a famous serial killer appears right in front of her, with a knife, ready to kill?All Rights Reserved

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Killing Is Thrilling by duncanchurch97

'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...

never look back (a jeff the killer fan fiction) by bishatemehtaco

dev sat quietly in her bed. everyone else was asleep, when she heard the window open. the knife slamed down but never hit. her eyes snapped open, as her hand caught his wrist stopping it. no human could do that. she looked into the eyes of death, with a chuckle she said: "think that was going to be easy?"

Knives and Hearts - Creepypasta Jeff the Killer X Reader by SepticCyanide93

The infamous crazed killer has been wreaking havoc, killing all across town and tonight it's your turn. But will you be too interesting to kill? More content from me besides what's on here? -My DeviantArt or FF.net. @ Linklove93. Also it is complete. There is a mature scene in a later chapter. Art belongs to it's respective artist, I take no credit for it.

Dreams Of Darkness by SanyaStation

Alice Walker. A girl whose life was intrupted by the creepypastas' or maybe just Jeff. He is a killer, or so do speak Jeff the killer. He goes to Alice's room one night to, well as the name states murder her. He is stopped because he remembers her from his past. Later, the next day, he had to go back and ask if Alice can come to the underworld, but he never returns. Now she is left wondering if he'll ever come back. (I wrote this when I was 14. Please don't judge me lol I'm going back as 19 and just editing the story for the sake of keeping it up. This story is completed)

Charity Case (Creepypasta/Jeff the Killer Love Story) by SydPhantomhive

Ronlyn, or Ronnie, Holtzer genuinely wanted to help people. Going out of her way for a random person in need wasn't exactly an oddity. However, when she meets Jeff the Killer while she's volunteering, she finds maybe there's such a thing as helping too much. Jeff has a huge problem, along with some other major ones, and she is thrown right in against her will. Terrified of the boy she has to be with, she only wants to survive, but she can't stop the nagging in her head that's telling her to lend a hand. Can she really help this charity case, or is it all hopeless? I do not own Creepypasta. Originally posted on Quotev in January 2015.

My Killer Love by _Skyx_

Nikki was a normal teen, that is until she met Jeff the Killer. At first he almost killed her. Jeff just has a feeling to not kill her, he doesn't know why. What happens when Nikki starts having feelings for Jeff.

Human Again (A Jeff the Killer story) by FroggyGirl28

[Completed] " You're so annoying", he suddenly says with pity in his eyes, analyzing my face in disgust. "I prefer to be annoying than a psycho like you!" "You don't know what you're missing, silly girl. My world is a psycho one, true, but so much interesting than yours." He grabs his knife, ready to stab me at any moment. I need to find something to say. Now. "Show me then." He looks at me with surprise and incomprehension. "What?" He pulls his knife away and I know I've won. "Show me your world. In return, I'll show you mine. I'll show you all the beautiful things in it. I'll show you how to be human again." And with that, my world has never been the same anymore. ******************** The character of Jeff isn't mine. Please note that it's a story about Jeff the Killer, but without all the creepypasta thing. I tried to imagine how he'd be if he lived in our real world. Sorry for the grammar mistakes, I'm not from an English speaking country.

Sweet Insomnia [Book 2] [Jeff the Killer x Reader] [JTK] by xXDarkQueenXxRei

SECOND BOOK IN THE KILLER ROMANCE SERIES (SPOILER IF YOU HAVE NOT READ THE FIRST BOOK) -+- 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. -+- *1st Place in Jeff the Killer 2015 Winter Creepypasta Awards and EA: Best Written (@Creepypasta_Awards)* *#260 in Fanfiction* -+- 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. -+- 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.

Smile (Jeff the killer X Reader) by TheAkatsukiBiatch

A love story between two twisted hearts. As your world falls apart you meet the famous serial killer Jeff. What will happen? *Warning: contains violence and lemon*

Silver Heart (Liu's Daughter Creepypasta) by crimsonfics

My life is hell. Nobody care about me, exepct my uncle and my father, but my father is rare in the mansion, and my uncle can't be here 24/7 for me. But, let me intruduce myself propetly. My name is Emily, and my father is Homicidal Liu. My uncle is Jeff the Killer. And he is best uncle on the world. I never met my mom, but I really don't care. I have a mission. To protect somebody. To keep him save. To keep demons away. Hush, little baby, Don't make a peep, It's your time to go to sleep. You don't have to fear, Look, auntie Emily is alredy near. They can destroy her world, Turn it upside down... But guess what? Her smile will never became a frown. She'll tuck you in bed, In sheets of color red, Whisper you lullaby in ear, Hush baby, she is here. She'll tuck you on bed, Blade that is red, She'll kiss you goodnight, And turn off the light. Hush little child, This day was wild, Don't be afraid of noise that you heard, It's just monster under your bed, Inside the closet and inside her head... She'll sink blade in your chest, And then, let you rest... Shh, time to sleep... I'd like to say sweet dreams but all you gonna have are nightmares... Do you like my works or art?

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Killing Is Thrilling

'The night was alive with silence. I moved through it like a shadow, black leather gloves tight on my hands, boots soft against the grass. My gas mask hid my face, leaving only darkness where my eyes should be. The world narrowed to a single point: the house ahead. Tonight, it would belong to me. The farmhouse rose stark and white beneath the moonlight, silent except for the occasional grunt of a pig or the low hum of a cow. They were unaware. They were insignificant. I crouched behind the hedge, eyes scanning, senses alert. Every detail mattered: the flicker of light across the curtains, the faint rustle of movement inside, the way a shadow shifted across the floor. She was there. Oblivious. Popcorn in hand, murmuring to herself as the television flickered. Every motion was a note in tonight's symphony, and I was the conductor. I studied her, cataloging. Timing. Patterns. Fear. She didn't notice me yet, and that was perfect. Patience was everything. One sound, one misstep, and it could all unravel. I rang the doorbell once. Silence. Again. Still nothing. She flinched slightly, just enough to make my pulse quicken. Her small reaction was delicious. A sudden movement in the yard caught my eye-a neighbor's dog barking at some unseen intruder. Its voice was loud, startling, but contained. I froze. My breath slowed. Patience. Observation. The dog's curiosity would pass. I remained still, hidden in shadow, letting the moment stretch. The animal lost interest and padded away. Perfect. I moved to the back of the house, hammer in hand.' ...