Novel & Cerita Ben Drowned X Jeff The Killer

“Jensen’s dead.” “What?” It seemed as though the devil didn’t have an unlimited number of lives after all, and even though she had no clue what had happened to that sick, twisted fuck, she was all ready to buy a drink for the person who blew him off the face of the earth. Two drinks if he or she dispatched Jensen with maximum pain and humiliation. “What happened?" “Ace Cuddy.” Zoe blinked, trying to keep up. “Ace Cuddy? From – from The Fallen Angels, Ace Cuddy?”

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

he shows his punch. “She killed them. She killed her dad and mom,” he shouts all of a sudden. “She? Who’s that she?” Xavier asks. “Jennifer Dawson. Jennifer Dawson killed them,” he says and both of us look at the face of each other.

Nothing out of the ordinary except for the new colour. Jeff was still on the ground, the exact spot he had been sitting all along. Unlike Luna he had watched the whole scene play. Replaying it over and over in his head. It was only when he saw a bloody finger drifting on the surface of the water that it hit him. Dahlia was dead. The nice asian girl who had helped him out with unloading his stuff the first day he came. She was dead. He is never going to see her again. They won't even get a body to bury.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

It takes him a few minutes, because he doesn't want to touch the body. When he does, he staggers backwards and trips. He falls to the ground. He's breathing heavily now. He rarely ever saw something that scared him this badly. He gets back up again and peers inside the dumpster. He throws up on the side of the road. The dead man inside the dumpster is Aaron, his childhood best friend. Damien Keller killed him. After all this time, he actually managed to kill him. He heaves until there's nothing left.

Baines scoffed, “Of course, you'll say that. If you called just to plead your innocence, I suggest you hand yourselves in. If you're truly innocent, our capable justice system will prove it.” “As much as we'd like to listen to you,” Jo said with a tut, “You know why we can't.” “I don't know any such thing.” Baines said, “If you have nothing to say, I think I'll hang up now.” “Come on, sir.” Ash said, “We called you to tell you the real killer is a man called Hatter.” “A phantom.” Baines said. “No longer. We know his identity.” Jo said. “I'm listening.” Baines said.

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."