Hot Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

Sarah Killian is not your average thirty-year-old single woman. Foul-mouthed, mean-spirited, and a text-book-case loner. Also, she is a Professional Serial Killer. But a wrench is thrown into the clockwork of Sarah's comfortable lifestyle when, on her latest assignment, she is forced to take on an apprentice, Bethany—a bubbly, perky, blonde with a severe case of verbal-vomit. In short, Bethany is everything Sarah is not. Will Sarah be able to adjust and work with her new apprentice, or will she break her contract with T.H.E.M. and murder the buxom bimbo? ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Meet Eleanor, a young student who has been through the wringer. Treated poorly by her stepfamily and betrayed by her long-term boyfriend and step-sister, she's left feeling broken and vulnerable. But just when she thinks all hope is lost, she meets a man who proposes a daring solution - a contract marriage. As Eleanor enters into this unorthodox arrangement, little does she know that danger is lurking around every corner. In a shocking turn of events, she is kidnapped by her ex, sending her life spiraling out of control. But fear not, for her contracted husband comes to her rescue and the two of them begin to discover an unexpected chemistry between them. As their relationship blossoms into something more than just a contractual agreement, dark forces begin to emerge, threatening to tear them apart. Will Eleanor succumb to the pressure and leave Harrison behind, or will Harrison stand by her side and fight against those who seek to destroy their love?

A cheerful and loyal woman accidentally offends her cold CEO after taking her best friend’s place on a blind date arranged by his family. As punishment, the CEO forces her to sign a fake relationship contract to protect his reputation and make her pay for deceiving him. What begins as a forced connection filled with hate and tension slowly turns into something deeper as both are drawn to each other. In the middle of family pressure, ambition, and fear of losing control, they must decide whether to hold on to their pride or admit the feelings that have grown between them.

My mother gained access to an exchange system the year I turned eighteen. She swapped my college entrance exam scores with my sister, Poppy's. She swapped my high-paying job for Poppy's, too. She even wanted to swap my perfect boyfriend and hand him over to Poppy. However, she had no idea that I had deliberately found him at a wife-killer club. When my boyfriend suddenly fell for Poppy and fell out of love with me, I smiled. I had been waiting for this day for a long time.

After my breakup, my best friend encouraged me to join a cycling club. I quickly came to realize that this was no ordinary cycling group. To my shock, I stumbled upon my friend, caught up in a moment on her bike, doing something that went far beyond anything I'd anticipated. Surprisingly, instead of running away, a thrill of anticipation flickered within me. Because, truthfully… I'd been waiting for a moment like this for a long time.

Mara Cole is not who she appears to be. Hired by a shadowy organization with an agenda far larger than she understands, Mara enters the Brown mansion in Los Angeles as a household maid with one purpose — eliminate Frederick and Daniel Brown, the men whose greed destroyed her family and took her younger sister's life. She is trained, focused, and ready. What she is not ready for is Simon Brown. Cold, ruthless, and impossible to read, Simon is the kind of man who sees everything and says nothing. When his father delivers an ultimatum — marry within six weeks or lose board majority of the Brown empire — Simon makes a calculated decision and offers his quiet, unconnected maid a contract marriage. Mara says yes for reasons Simon will never know. But living inside his world changes something in her. Simon is not the man she expected. He is grieving, disciplined, and unexpectedly human. And the closer she gets, the heavier the weight of what she has done becomes. When Simon's private investigator begins circling the truth and Mr. Hayes reveals that Mara was never just an assassin — she was always meant to be the instrument of the Brown empire's total destruction — Mara must choose between the mission that defined her and the man she was never supposed to love. The truth surfaces. The marriage shatters. And in the wreckage of everything they built on silence and secrets, one question remains. Was any of it real? THE BILLIONAIRE MARRIED HIS BROTHERS' KILLER is a dark billionaire romance of approximately 500,000 words.

Fatima Jane Robles, whenever she's with people, she only shows them her faked and staged smiles. She was running away from the past, but the past kept on hunting her. She was silently battling all her struggles alone. Her smiles may be faked and staged because of a different level of pain she felt, she still managed to feel real happiness because of the one man named Vishnu Lloyd Conception. Whenever the both of them were together, enjoying each other's company, especially in bed, she always gives him her genuine smiles. And, her smile never fails to caught him off guard. And as the saying goes, 'love comes in so many ways'. Until one day, she just realised that she already had fallen for him. But the thing is, it was too late.

Twins Meri and Lumi Saarela are 24 years old and have just moved from Finland to London to study. Meri is the most romantic and soft of the girls, but when she is told to accept her destiny and follow fate she still finds it hard as the man that seems to be chosen for her is not much of what she imagined. Not only is he a famous actor, he is also somewhat older than she imagined the man of her dreams to be. Can Tom convince her to take a chance on him and fate ? Lumi has been called the ice queen by many men, but Tom believes he knows just the guy who can thaw her heart ... but will Luca manage ... and will they even get along considering that they both hate being set up ? Also Lumi might have a reason to keep people at an arm's length.

My father-in-law, Luther Smith, got into a car accident and was sent to the emergency room. I called my wife, Meg Smith, who was a lawyer, more than twenty times before she picked up. “What are you doing now? Hugh ran into trouble, and I’m helping him. Please don’t be a nuisance.” I suppressed my feelings and said, "Dad got into a car accident, and he needs a hundred thousand dollars for surgery." However, she believed Hugh’s words instead. She said viciously, “It’s your father who got into the accident. What does it have to do with me? Don’t covet my money for your family. Stop harassing me. I’m busy.” She then quickly ended the call. They did not manage to save Luther, and he died. Three days later, in court, I saw Meg defending Hugh as his defense lawyer for his drunk driving case. She was extremely good at her job, so she managed to win the court case for Hugh due to insufficient evidence. Hugh was acquitted. I was extremely disappointed. After the court session, I asked for a divorce. She started to panic. “My dad is so kind to you. He’ll be very upset if you divorce me!” I sneered and threw the hospital receipt and death certificate at her face. What an idiot. She did not know that she no longer had a father.

I never should have let my mother hold my future hostage. She paid my tuition with his father’s money. Locked my birth certificate, my transcripts, every scrap of paper I need to survive in a safe I’ll never open. And the one thing I had left of my dad, his old watch, she dangled like a noose. Run, and I lose my education. Fight, and I lose the last piece of the man who actually loved me. So I moved into the Hunters’ mansion. Into the lair of the boy who spent years making my life hell. Chase Hunter. Six-foot-five of pure venom wrapped in muscle and money. The senior who cornered me in empty hallways, who whispered filth in my ear just to watch me flinch, who smiled that sharp, cruel smile every time I broke a little more. I thought graduation meant freedom from him. I was wrong. Now he’s my stepbrother. He hates that I’m here. Hates my mother for sinking her claws into his father. Hates me most of all, for breathing his air, for walking his halls, for daring to exist where he can reach me. But hate isn’t clean anymore. It’s tangled up in heat. In the way his grey eyes strip me bare every time they land on me, the way his hand closes around my throat, not to hurt, but to own. In the way he punishes me over his lap, in his car, against walls, until I’m shaking and soaked and furious at myself for wanting more. He calls me Little Lamb, I call him every name I can think of under my breath. How long until we stop fighting the deadly inferno raging between us and finally let it consume us both?