Jeff The Killer Cute Novels & Stories

Millie never wished for anything more than to be loved in this world. Being only seventeen she got a job as a house keeper in a Mental Asylum when she meets a cannibal killer that she regularly cleans his room for. She never felt anything for him only to do her job and leave. One night the cannibal psycho had enough of waiting and broke free of the asylum and kidnaps Millie to be his personal slave all to himself. How will she escape? Or will she cave into his advances and mind games and stay where she is?

Pauline Ashby, my senior homeroom teacher, is extremely childish. She tends to decorate everything she owns in a childish style. Even the exam admission tickets she has prepared for our SATs are printed on pink paper. On top of that, she even pastes many cartoon stickers on them. "Pink is a great color! This color represents cute little girls like me! Just use these admission tickets when you're about to enter the exam venue! I'm very sure you'll definitely score top marks in the exam!" Upon realizing that Pauline is about to screw everyone over, I quickly call the head teacher. He rushes over and gives Pauline a good scolding before giving us the actual tickets, allowing us entry to the exam venue. Everyone in class completes their SATs at their own pace. In fact, my childhood friend, Caelum Thornley, and I even get into prestigious colleges thanks to our scores. But on the day our scores are announced, Pauline ascends to the rooftop while bawling like a baby. "I just wanted everyone to attend the entrance exam with cute pink admission tickets because the color can boost their mood! Why must Sienna tattle on me? "I did so much research just to pick out the prettiest shade of pink for everyone! I gave it my all to help everyone in the SATs!" As Pauline wipes her tears away with her sleeve, she accidentally steps on the hem of her long skirt, causing her to fall down the building. The next day, Caelum leads the entire class in tying me up and kidnapping me to the summit of a mountain, where they push me off the cliff. As such, all of my bones are shattered, and I die a painful death. "This is your fault for targeting Ms. Ashby! So what if we love using the pink admission tickets?" When I open my eyes again, I've returned to the moment Pauline digs out the pink admission tickets. This time, I choose to keep my mouth shut.

Asha, an orphan at a young age, is now on the brink of helplessness and despair. Would she let despair to chase her for the rest of her life? No, thus, she faces the man who wants her dead and dares to stand as a woman in the world of male chefs. She creates her own dishes and makes his father's recipes alive again. Her adventures lead to clues of her father's real killer and get entangles with love at the same time. Somehow, when she is face to face with the murderer, will she forgive or not? The Recipe of Love will show her the right decision to make.

……… No Woman is too Big for love, join Paula rayes with her struggle for love and weight. …………….. And Ethan with his obsession for women like Paula…… Ethan Andreas, your typical highschool famous footballer. He is Handsome, cute, great hair, totally dreamy to all. But what everyone doesn't know about him is that he's into curvy/chubby girls. He dates skinnies to cover up, particularly imagining them to be chubby when he fucks them. He tortured himself throughout highschool and avoided curvy/chubby women so as not to be mocked especially a particular blonde chubby/curvy girl with brown eyes Paula Rayes. What happens after he takes over his father's multi billion dollar company at twenty five and Paula Rayes applies to be his secretary. Will he continue to avoid/suppress his sexual desires?

Dahlia was never meant to belong. The daughter of the ‘traitor’ Alpha, raised as an outsider in the Moonfyre Pack, found herself mated to Darren—Alpha, leader, and her cousin's arranged husband, who was the first to see her heart. But when betrayal strikes, and lies paint her as a killer, Dahlia is cast out, hunted, and abandoned. Alone, she discovers a truth that could shake the world: her bloodline holds the legacy of the Forgotten Wolves, and the child she carries is tied to the ancient power of Fenrir himself. With the enemies she once trusted plotting her downfall, Dahlia must rise, not just to survive, but to claim her destiny.

She was a healer but wanted to be a warrior like her father. She lost her father when she was a kid. She grew up hating the Blood moon pack and the Alpha, Troy. She was forced to be mated with her father's killer's son, Troy King. She had to agree with it to save her mother and pack' members. She hated her forced mate. She wanted to kill her Alpha, Max, for forcing her into the situation. She was waiting for the day, she would meet her mate. Before it could happen, she was forced into the wedding. She wanted to kill him, her forced mate.....

Blair Anderson, a young hybrid, longed for nothing but freedom. She was tired of running from her father's killer, she harbored a strong hatred for Carson, the council leader whom she believed to be responsible for her father's death but fate plays a good one on her as she finds out that the person she spent her whole life hating was her one true mate. “what happens when she discovers the truth behind her father's death and her feelings towards Carson? Will she be able to let go of her vengeful quest, or will it ultimately destroy her one true bond?”

Shanra Croft joined the Black Assassin's Squad so she can find the killer who murdered her whole family. She became the best assassin and is well-known as "Silent Assassin." It's because all of her victims died silently and in a peaceful way. She meets her childhood crush, Craig De Silva, who is now a police team captain and has a mission to capture her alive. What if Craig discovers that she is the assassin that he'd been looking for? And what if she discovers that the murderer she'd been looking for a long time is just beside her and that person is the one she trusted the most?

In my previous life, during my birthday party, my wife Ruby’s so‑called best friend, Hayden, walked up to me with a glass of wine and a smirk. “Ruby had a little too much to drink last night,” he said. “I helped her shower. Hope you do not mind.” I lost my temper on the spot, and I demanded a divorce. I left with nothing because I wanted to get away from the two of them as quickly as possible. In the end, I died alone in a rented apartment. No one came to see me, not even once. After my death, Ruby’s company went public without any trouble. Her wedding with Hayden became the talk of the city. Everyone called them a perfect match. When they mentioned me, there was only ever one line: "That man just had bad luck. He was never meant for anything better." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my birthday party. Hayden walked up to me once more and repeated the exact same words. This time, I did not get angry. I smiled. I reached for Yara, my closest friend, who had come with me, and slipped my arm through hers in an intimate gesture. Under Ruby and Hayden's stunned gazes, Yara blinked innocently at Ruby, whose face had gone pale. "Ruby, don't be jealous. Jeff and I grew up together." She paused just long enough, then added with a faint smile, "After all, I was the one who taught him his first time."

My sister-in-law, Alicia, insisted that her son was a chosen fighter, blessed by God and immune to harm. The truth was far darker: every injury meant for him was being transferred onto my daughter. His congenital heart disease disappeared overnight. While most children his age were still carefully protected, he was already taking part in extreme sports and never suffered so much as a scratch. Meanwhile, my once-healthy daughter weakened day by day. She began to suffer unexplained fractures throughout her body. There was not a single place left uninjured. It was impossible not to see the connection. When I voiced my suspicions to my husband, Jeff Charlton, and my mother-in-law, Kelly Freeman, they dismissed me as delusional. They accused me of being jealous that Alicia had given birth to a prodigy, while I had nothing but a "worthless" daughter. Later, Alicia's son completed a trek across the Saharain Desert and became an overnight sensation, a child star adored by millions. At the same time, my daughter suddenly collapsed from heatstroke and died without warning. Alicia went live on her platform, accusing me of making false claims out of envy. Her followers believed every word. They hunted me down and ended my life. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back at the moment Alicia first proclaimed her son a miracle child. This time, I was no longer a powerless mother. As a specialist doctor, I calmly pulled on my gloves. "Alicia," I said with a smile, "Let me examine my nephew and see if he's truly cured."