Femboy Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!"

Jeff pretended to be angry, “he is a real villain, a loathsome rogue. The only thing he can do is lie and cheat. Back at the hotel, he deceived you and traded you for your father’s property. Now he lies to you again, because he wants you to be his baby machine. If I were you, I would punish him for what he did, Luna. I will even … kill him.” Amelia grabbed his shoulders fiercely, acting enraged by what Jeff had just told her, “Tell me how?! Tell me how to kill that fucking bastard!” Jeff was startled by her aggression, but he was thrilled to see Amelia fall into his trap. He swept Amelia’s hands from his shoulders, then persuaded her in a placid tone, “Take it easy, Luna, we must do it caref

“Boss Tom, it looks like he won’t be able to take it.” “Carry on.” Thomas’ tone was cold without any emotions. The God of War’s ruthlessness had instantly fired up. One slap after another, and one punch after another. Jeffy was beaten up for about five hours. Jeffy was beaten up so much that his face was distorted, and the floor was full of blood. “Kill… Just kill me…” Jeffy said with his last breath. It was only at this time that he realized what pain meant, and what the living hell was. Instead of being beaten to death like this, he preferred dying straightaway.

"You know, blow each other. It'll be better than jerking off again. Don't tell me you won't be rubbing one out tonight either." "Are you serious, Jeff?" "I'm dead serious. No one has to know." I didn't know if he was messing with me and I figured I'd call his bluff so I said, "Okay, you go first." Jeff replied, "Okay, whip it out but if you don't do me, I'll kill you."

"That's Jeff's area." Amy's eyes followed her friend's nod. There he was. Jeff. He dominated the leather booth like he owned the entire city. Tall, at least six-three, with broad shoulders that strained against his black button-up shirt. Tattoos crawled up his neck and over the backs of his hands. His jaw was sharp enough to cut glass, and his dark eyes scanned the room like a predator. Whispers floated around him—mobster, king of the underground, dangerous as hell. Their gazes locked across the crowded floor. Amy's breath caught. Heat rushed through her body, pooling low in her belly. He didn't smile. He just crooked one finger, slow and commanding.

“Yea. . . She sounds pretty great.” “What about that girl? I saw you ogling at her like a creep while I was talking to Danielle.” “What about her?” I eye him and he smirks. “Why don’t you ask her out?” “I don’t like her in that way,” I conclude and he hums. “Don’t you?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “Fuck off Carter, I just helped her that’s all.” “Talking about that, that Mace kid barely made it out alive,” He slams his book closed. “I think we need to reduce our violence to a minimum, like maybe 0% a month.”

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

Not until Liam spoke. “The contractor is here.” I snapped around, and there he was. With long confident strides, Jeff approached us. Tall guy with broad shoulders. Brown haired, paired with soft blue eyes that didn’t match his rugged frame. Something soft clung to him, making it hard to categorize. I couldn’t tell if he was an Alpha, a beta, or an omega. But I couldn’t ask. That was rude. We shook hands. Jeff turned to Liam. “I heard you saying this place can’t be safe,” he said, before flashing a grin. “It definitely can.”