Jeffrey Dahmer Dead Photos Novels & Stories

I can feel the heat of my predator’s breath on my neck. For him I will never be just a memory. I’ll always be a goal, always the thing that lies ahead just out of reach. If I have anything to do with it, that’s where I’ll remain. But I know his hunger, his patience, his relentlessness. His heart beats once for every ten times mine does. And I’m so tired now. I wonder here in the frigid cold if the chase will end tonight and which of us will be dead, really dead, when it’s done.

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

I had just moved in when the young male model across the hall called the police. He claimed I had fallen in love with him, turned bitter when he rejected me, and had been harassing him ever since—banging on his door, threatening him, and even trying to sexually coerce him. When the police showed up, he pointed right at me and started yelling, “Pervert! You knock on my door every night! You even use binoculars to spy on me, and you’ve been posting my photos online! “I’ve seen you! Standing by your window, staring at me, always trying to get close. It’s disgusting!” The neighbors gathered around, whispering and pointing at me. Someone even shoved me, calling me shameless. “Women like this are trash.” “She looks normal. Who would've thought she's a creep?” Under everyone’s accusations, I slowly took off my sunglasses, revealing the hollow sockets where my eyes should be. “Officer, how exactly is a blind person supposed to peep at anyone?”

In the scorching heat of a lakeside summer, Emma returns home to stay with her best friend Mia and unwittingly reignites a long-buried obsession with Mia’s older brother, Jake Harlan a notorious playboy who doesn’t believe in love. What begins as stolen glances and electric tension explodes into a forbidden, passionate affair. Jake, determined to prove he’s changed, surrenders to feelings he’s never known, while Emma risks her heart and her closest friendship for the man she’s secretly loved for years. But their bliss is threatened by Kayla, Jake’s unhinged ex, who has been stalking him for months. Armed with intimate photos and manipulated evidence, Kayla wages a vicious campaign of jealousy and revenge, determined to destroy the new couple and reclaim what she believes is hers. As secrets unravel, trust fractures, and danger escalates, Emma and Jake must confront Jake’s past, their deepest fears, and a stalker willing to cross every line. In a summer filled with raw desire, heartbreaking betrayal, and unrelenting obsession, they fight to protect their love or lose everything to forbidden sins.

The tale of a widow's harrowing journey through grief and peril into the cold remnants of a dead world. Damon Sharpe had in part found victory, he believed, in his battle to unearth a truth obscured by time. By autumn, he was dead, leaving to his wife Anne a house of unfulfilled wishes, remnants, and the key to the enigma of his obsession, the Mourner’s Cradle. A journey through grief and peril delivers Anne Sharpe from her home in St. Charles to the faraway skeletons of a long-dead civilization where she will find the desperate answers she seeks…or die trying. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Lily Bashwood's only crime is looking exactly like the recently dead daughter of Don Grander. She is only a poor server at a wine shop. When she is kidnapped, and forced to impersonate their dead daughter just to be Christopher's wife, billionaire heir to the Bridger Empire for one year, she is left without a choice, especially when the life of her only brother is threatened. Lily is thrown into a world of wealth, lies, deceit and foul play, the survival against the enemies being the wife of Christopher have accumulated, and navigating the complex personality of the dead girl she is impersonating; wild, adventurous, and luxurious, a sharp contrast from the life Lily is accustomed to. The marriage contract is to last a year, and Lily is to play by the rules of Don Grander and his extravagant wife for their personal gain. As Lily plays her role, she realizes there is more than meets the eye with everyone in the world of the rich. Will she be able to keep herself from falling for the handsome billionaire? Will Lily survive a year without being caught, or will she be swallowed up by the woes surrounding her? Only time will tell for Lily Bashwood.

I hid behind a thick tree trunk and watched silently as a grizzly bear attacked my husband. In my previous life, I was a guide. I led my husband—an environmental photographer—and his female colleague into a nature reserve to film wildlife. While scouting the route, I discovered a nursing grizzly bear and immediately warned them not to take any photos and to retreat slowly. To my shock, they intentionally bumped into me, causing my right leg to be cut and bleed. The scent of blood enraged the bear, and it charged straight at me, sinking its massive jaws into my abdomen. After the bear left, my husband calmly stripped me of all my equipment. Then, wrapping his arms around his female colleague, he kissed her. He turned to me with a sinister smile creeping across his face. "Kate," he said, "I'll be honest. I never loved you. You're dying. Now, all your assets will be mine." I bled out and died. When I opened my eyes again, it was the morning of the day we entered the mountains.

We will follow a young woman who thinks that her father is dead and we will see how she reacts and how special ashe truly is

Eduardo is a rich and handsome guy who has lived a luxurious life. He grew up in his father's mansion not knowing who his real mother was. After he lost his first love through assassination by his cousin, Jeffrey, who wanted revenge for sleeping with his girlfriend, his life was shattered, until he met Cindy who turned the whole story around. Cindy who was the only child of her parents lost her parents in an accident and was turned into a house help in her father's house. Cindy almost got killed by Eduardo's car in the process of running away from her home. She later discovered that it wasn't really an accident that killed her parents but her uncle Mr Black who wanted to take over her father's wealth. Jessica was supposed to be married to Eduardo, but he refused her because of Cindy without even realizing he was in love with her. Jessica made multiple attempts to kill Cindy when she found out she was the reason why Eduardo refused her and when she didn't succeed she almost committed suicide. Eduardo's mother who has been an imposter since he married Eduardo's father, killed him and arranged for Eduardo to marry Jessica but when she saw that he was in love with another girl, Cindy, she tried to kill her by pushing her down the balcony. Eduardo's mother was exposed for all her evil deeds against Eduardo's father Mr Hudson and Cindy, Mr Black Cindy's uncle and Mr Austin the great treasure hunter in the city were arrested and thrown into prison.

I was reborn before I signed up for a scientific expedition tour to the South Pole. My boyfriend’s adopted younger sister used a system to forcefully exchange my physical senses with hers. She deliberately went out to do something good on a day with a temperature of 107.6 °F, like delivering water to the outdoor workers. On the other hand, I got so hot in a 60.8 °F air-conditioned room that I fainted from heat stroke. I begged Wendy Little to stop, but she feigned innocence. “You must make a good excuse if you want to lie like that!” Max Little sounded disdainful. “How selfish! You’re quite lucky to enjoy yourself in air-conditioned rooms every day. You can’t tolerate Wendy doing something kind.” Wendy took her time and basked in the sun for a month outside. People took photos of her and put them on the internet. Countless netizens were moved by her. But I died from heat stroke in an air-conditioned room. Nobody even found my corpse. If that was how it was, I wanted her to enjoy the coolness of -184 °F in the South Pole.