Female Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

In the span of a decade, Jeff had ruined the lives of multiple women, all of whom were innocent, beautiful, young women. It was not difficult to understand. Jeff was a handsome man. Despite being middle-aged, his regular workouts kept him fit. He was a refined, wealthy, and attractive fatherly figure, which seemed to be a trending archetype. Hence, it was normal that many young girls were attracted to him. However, he seemed to have a thing for those from the countryside or from poor backgrounds. Perhaps it was because they seemed purer as they had yet to be tainted by the world. Ethan confirmed Olivia's speculations. "Do you think he sponsors children from rural areas out of goodwill? He on

And as I did, I felt Tyrelle grabbing a hold of my hair and pulling me back. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I winced. "Don't you dare walk off without answering my question. Are you or are you not Gabriella?" Just then Aelfric decided that it was time to intervene. He grabbed my hand and slapped Tyrelle's grip on my hair that made him let go. "Go find your own woman, mutt!" He said and stick his tongue out at him. "I'm not your woman!" I yelled. "You know the hybrid." Said Tyrelle. "So I guess you are Gabriella the Killer smile."

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

The crime was getting worse in that section of the city and he wondered why the hell she was there alone at that time of night. He was quiet as he tried to decide what the situation was before doing something stupid. From her struggles, he was almost certain this wasn't some kind of game. After a few moments, his eyes adjusted and he could see she was a petite brunette, about five feet tall, thin and well dressed. But what Jeff noticed most was that she was drop dead gorgeous. Confident that this was a real attack, he pulled out his cell phone and stepped back away from the alley. "911," a woman's voice answered. "Please state your emergency."

I shot back, finding amusement in her desperate attempts to provoke me. Her snarls only intensified. Pounding her fists against the railing in frustration. “Not that I want your husband anyway,” I continued, not allowing her to get a word inside my heart again. Their trickery about my Mamita being dead is enough. “Now that he finds you useless, you're trying to leech off my husband by pulling some stunt? You're a fucking whore, Hestia!” “Fuck you!” she shrieked, her eyes narrowed into slits.

Jenny replied, "No, no. I mean, I am not being filmed like that." "Then?" Jerry asked. "I just want to tell you that..." Jenny took a deep breath. "I have murdered someone six months ago." "I know. That person who kidnapped you." Jerry said. Jenny was shocked to hear it. Jerry said, "I knew it when the media said that he wasn't found in his home, office, or anywhere. I knew that you have killed him." Jenny lowered her head. Jerry frowned, "Why are you ashamed? That bastard tried to abduct you. What's wrong if you killed him. The people who don't respect women deserve it."

An arrow came flying out of nowhere, nearly missing me, and I jumped on the hunter that shot it but the moment my fangs sunk into the hunter's shoulder, a jolt of electricity coursed through my entire body, going straight to my core. "Mate!" Zarek voiced out, immediately retracting his fangs and taking a step back while I stared at my so-called mate, who was covered from head to toe, with only her eyes peaking out. I couldn't smell her scent, but judging by the shape and color of her eyes and the rage and anger swimming in them, I could tell it was a woman, who was none other than Adelaide Foster, my failed mission, the girl I had planned on killing tonight.

She could not get back to him fast enough. She’d gone downstairs with some dishes, and now she was returning from that. Jeff had insisted that he could get in and out of the shower by himself, but she didn’t want to leave him to it if he ran into a problem. But she did have to admit her sight-seeing had gone up in the world. He was built like a tank. Long and powerful, without an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. If nothing else here in this pack, they could start a male stripper service and never have to hire from outside of the pack. But even now that Jules felt like she was just not interested in looking at any but Jeff.

"Why would she do that?" Jeffery's gaze turned cold. "Because she's weak. And weakness gets you killed." He paused, his eyes locked on Brad. "You need to take care of this." They spoke like the woman wasn't right there with them. Brad's confusion deepened, "What do you mean?" Jeffery's voice dropped to a deadly whisper "Eliminate the problem, Brad. Kill your wife." Brad's eyes widened in horror. "You can't be serious." Jeffery's expression remained unyielding. "Dead serious." He joked.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"