Jeff X Slenderman Novels & Stories

There was a smile on the man's voice, "I don't see you, you're so tiny." Deen looked up, and gaped. The man looked very much like Jeff like a betel nut cut in half, but even so Deen knew that this man was not Jeff, their appearance was definitely very different, the man in front of her had half-long hair that brushed his collar. While Jeff was neatly cut. His style of dress was very different, Deen remembers when she met Jeff at night at that time, he wore formal pants and a long sweater that wrapped his body like an elegant model, while the man in front of her was wearing jeans that were very faded to almost white and loose t-shirts that are slightly wrinkled.

, I told him while handing him the money. He was about to open his mouth, but I quickly told him to keep the change. He just shook his head before handing out snacks; opening the bag full of snowflakes, which is milk chocolate covered in powdered sugar. His last name indeed states he is a slenderman which means his eight feet without a face; as we leave, the person behind us exclaims. “Why did you serve them? One of them is a human.” “And?”, he answers.

Perhaps this was the state when the love could not be salvaged. It was even a burden to live, so live like the walking dead. Jepherson asked, "Is my daughter pretty?" Jolted back to his senses, Xanthus said in amusement, "You should ask the woman who will birth your child. You're asking the wrong person." Jepherson was still dressed like Callis, but he had peeled off the synthetic skin and trimmed his hair. The Jepherson at present looked no different from Callis. But once he restored his original appearance, everything was different, even the atmosphere.

"You wanna be too overwhelmed?" "I'm too much overwhelmed already." "Yeah, let's see about that." My brows crossed; I didn't understand his last words but whatever. I just puffed a breath, easing the heavy stones on my chest. "Slender is not a werewolf," he uttered. "He's a seer. He can see hints of the future but it isn't always a hundred per cent accurate. He could be wrong, he could be right but mostly in between." "He's not a werewolf?" My jaw dropped.

Pa… Pa… Pa… The skinny man continued to slap the fat man. Xander lost interest to see the show. He rose from the chair and strode out trailed behind by Riley.

Less than 10 seconds later I receive a text. SLONE: Holy hell, girl, he’s FIIIIINE! ME: But is he a serial killer? SLONE: Nah, he’s way too hot! ME: So was Jeffrey Dahmer. SLONE: Would Jeffrey Dahmer let you take his photo? ME: Fair point. SLONE: If you don’t take a slice of that beefcake I will! ME: OMG!! SLONE: He he! (winking devil) Taking a deep, steadying breath, I cautiously step outside.

We were laughing over one of Kelly's outrageous stories when a rich baritone voice interrupted us. "Excuse me, I'm Jeff Williams. I'm looking for Scott Jenkins?" I felt my jaw drop. I had seen Jeffrey Williams on the screen and in photos, but never in person. He wasn't an exceptionally tall man, maybe five-eleven, tops, but he had a strong athletic build that made him appear taller, as well as chiseled features, bright blue eyes, and thick blond hair complete with a goddamn Superman forelock. Even dressed casually in blue jeans and a battered brown leather jacket, with his hair tousled from the brisk wind outside, he drew the eye and held it. I quickly averted my own eyes to avoid being caug

All I had was the truth, and the tiny, breathing reality in my arms. The light from the Reaper intensified, then collapsed inward with a sound like a universe sighing. Where the massive construct had been, a single figure now stood, knee-deep in the dust. Jeff. He looked exactly as he had in the penthouse. The same face, the same eyes. He was dressed in simple, dark clothes, but they looked out of place, a costume. He was a creature of pure energy wearing the skin of a man. He took a step forward, then another, his movement unnervingly smooth. He didn't seem to walk so much as translate across the space between us. In moments, he was standing before me, close enough to touch.

He asked, facing one of the hidden cameras directly. “The one who you referred to as your enemy which I signed a contract with, perform hard on me. So hard that I screamed when he did it with me but you're such a lazy coward who thinks he has money and can control everyone". Jefsexy fired back in anger pointing his long fingers straight at him. "Oh I see. Jeffrey the cleaner is now a whore who danced to every beat he heard on the street. You're a prostitute." He fired back, raising his hands to demonstrate as he spoke.

I put my head down in defeat. "You are though, I can feel it, little wolf. I need you to finish eating though because there's something else we have to do before it gets dark out." I put down my leaf, I'm curious now. Tyee stood up and took off his vest and I could see every single ab that lead to an impeccable chest. He knew what he was doing, I could tell just by the way he was looking at me. I leaned back. "What are you doing?" Tyee slid off his pants and he stood tall. I almost let a gasp escape. I didn't know men could be that big down there, it was most certainly impressive. Tyee shifted his weight.