Jeff The Killer X Slenderman Lemon Novels & Stories

"Not nearly enough. It will never be enough. We have to wipe them out. All of them. Wipe them out." Jeff stirred and glanced at the two men arguing. The old man was crazy. If there really was such a thing as a vampire, Jeff wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to become immortal. They had killed fourteen so-called vampires, and Jeff was fairly certain a couple of them had been the real thing. No human could have taken the kind of punishment Walter had so eagerly dispensed and survived so long. Most of the victims definitely had been human, though, Walter’s enemies. Walter had really enjoyed those sessions.

he said in a sultry, almost lazy manner before adding, “and you, if you’re up for it.” A wave of repulsion swept over her from head to toe as his words assaulted her ears. He had no idea she was a lesbian. No one at the diner did. Even if she was straight, there was no way she could ever be attracted to this middle aged letch. Hideous strands of perilously thin gold chains hung gaudily against his puffy, hair laden chest in the ‘V’ that was created by his shirt which was buttoned only half way up his oversized belly. Some buttons were missing at the top near his collar, but she doubted that made a difference. Buttons or no buttons, she was sure he would still expose himself in his ridicul

Dumbs! -Xienne

For trusting a fucking stranger. Jaxon, at least, never killed anyone before. I think of the clarity in Zefiro’s eyes as he shot Mauro. His rough laughter. His amusement at the sight of a body. The tremors go all the way to my toes. I’d thought there was no man who could instill fear in me like Jaxon did. But Zefiro is cut from something darker. Something much, much worse.

When she paused and looked up from Landon’s crotch and said with a smile, “You up for fucking me?” Landon didn’t say a word, his dim eyes already told her what she needed to know—he just took hold of her shoulders, guided her up from the bathroom floor, turned her around and bent her over. “Hell, yes,” he said as he slid his hard cock up to her entrance. This time, Jeffina didn’t need the ear syringe like she did before...she was dripping wet already and for added advantage, she’d slicked herself up with lube before everything just to be sure.

He had messed with the wrong person. Jade huffed victoriously and reached into her bag. She pulled out a sticker which she stuck to his head and then her phone. She removed the tracker on his sleeve and took a picture of his ID card and then of him. Sending the first picture to a contact saved as Lewis on her phone, she instructed that he dug up every dirt on him and sent it to her in less than thirty minutes.

“Leon Jefferson, you’re seeking death! If you kneel, I’ll spare your life!” Hahaha! A deafening roar of anger came from Leon. He said, “I’m Leon Jefferson, the master of Cherry Villa. I represent the entire Southern supernatural disciple community. My blood can shed and my head can be cut off, but I’ll never kneel to you, Jenkins Singer! As a representative of the South, I have my pride and honor! I’ll kneel to you over my dead body, Jenkins Singer!” Hmph! Jenkins snorted and said, “Leon, since you seek death, don’t blame others for it! Let’s see how much longer you can resist!”

I forced a smile at him and said, "It's alright, Cedric. I've always been resilient. These injuries are nothing." Cedric remained silent for a long time. Then, he sighed heavily and said, "You might not think much about your physical injuries, but you're the only one who knows about your emotional injuries and the pain in your heart. "The good thing is that it's all over now." He proudly waved his phone at me. "What you did was absolutely brilliant. Now, Johann and Eva have been doxxed, and some of the extremists have already threatened to send them death threats in the form of dead mice and bloody razors."

“True. Tell me about your date with Lex the other night.” “I’m afraid he’s a serial killer. No. Don’t laugh, I’m serious.” Keely regaled her with another dating horror story. “That’s the last time I date a guy who’s not a cowboy. Next time I say yes to some doofus in a three piece suit, remind me about Lex, the letch.” “And Adam, the arrogant asshole?” “Yes. And Pete, the prissy prick.” “And gorgeous Giovanni?” “Mmm. No. He was worth it. Being a hot, hung Italian stallion and all.”

Cute trick—proof he'd been home, like I was just spiraling. I smiled, slid an arm around his waist, tipped my chin up for a kiss. He leaned back. "People are around." I stepped closer anyway—and caught a weird smell. It smelled like faint ash—burnt incense. I'd smelled it on Zoey before. She'd called it spiritual, said she always had incense going at her place. And just like that, it clicked. Not cigarettes. Not cooking. The incense killed my hamster. *** That afternoon, I did rounds with a few interns.