Hot Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

She'd either have to find a way to wash them or throw them out. Killian was in the kitchen, waiting as a stream of water from a fancy machine somehow miraculously turned into coffee. "Instant?" she asked. "Although at this point I'd take anything." He shook his head. "One of my new toys. It's a Keurig." He indicated a carousel filled with a variety of tiny sealed cups. "We've got every kind of coffee or tea you can think of. Brewed in less than sixty seconds. What's your pleasure?"

"They'll give me the list when I check in. Doesn't matter, though. I've done pieces like this before. They're all assholes." Josh wanted to shout that he wasn't an asshole, but then he'd have to tell her his story, and how the hell did you tell a stranger you'd lost your nerve? At the exact moment he was telling himself to stay away from Kristin Kitts with the gorgeous sable hair and sexier-than-hell brown eyes, he was gripped by a strong urge to snatch her out of the pub and into his truck, wrapping her up in his arms until he could drink his fill of her.

I can handle whatever he throws my way. Today is hotter than yesterday, which proves hell actually exists. I was excited to take a shower until Dagger joined me. Fuck, how do I resist him now? Watching him jack himself before I turned around will stay imprinted on my brain forever. The man has no modesty whatsoever, and now I’m as horny as I was before jillin’ last night.

I'm but a pawn in the game of whose dick is bigger and deadlier. Diego thinks he's God and no one's ever told him differently. Hell, even those around him must believe it. Diego kills on a whim and if one of his men stands in the way, he brutally takes them out. No one fucks with Diego Fernandez or anything that belongs to him. I almost feel sorry for my captor. Almost.

But this time, she was growling viciously as she ran in my direction and my stomach dropped. Instead of attacking me like I thought she would, though, she went straight for the guy behind me, biting down on his leg. He let go of me and fell to the ground. I was horrified as she started chewing his face like a toy as he screamed. Then, the fighting continued. All of the men in the other cars came out and a war began. I then watched as a single figure walked through the entire crowd unharmed, heading straight for me. It was he, the 'Hot' guy. He walked over, his cold eyes staring at Jinx for a second before he looked at me.

He slipped and was about to fall off the cliff. However, he grabbed my hand and begged me. “Don’t let go! I’m begging you. I don’t want to die!” I found that ridiculous. “Didn’t you want to kill me just now?” Of course, he would not admit that. He hurriedly shook his head. “No, dear. Don’t worry. I never wanted to kill you. I was just joking.” I watched him indifferently. “This is your last chance. Otherwise, I could always let you fall. No one will know if someone dies here, right?”

She rolled, then seeing he was going to jump on top of her she put her knee up to protect herself immediately. "Ouch! Fuck!" Stefan cursed, the pain shot up from his groin because he jumped on top her hard knee. Wirata was satisfied, she didn't feel sorry for him. What did he think of himself? Leaping and jumping on top of her like that. She would be flat out with his weight and his big strong body. He probably liked to think that he was a tiger jumping on his unfortunate victim! "You really are a psychopath, hurt me and happy!" He moaned with the scowled face, pressing his heavy body on hers to sink her into the mattress.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

That got his attention. He smirked, leaning against his bike, folding his arms. “Big word. You got someone in mind?” “I do.” “Let me guess…” His eyes flickered with recognition. “Hellfire MC. Ryder Bishop?” The name hit like a knife. I swallowed. “Yeah. You know him?” “Know of him,” Jace said, straightening up. “Man’s been stepping on toes lately. Thinks Hellfire runs this whole damn city. You his old lady?”

I knew that the girl I had wanted to save when I was young is an innocent girl, and I don't think she will have changed her character soon. "You think she wanted to kill your mate out of jealousy; you mentioned it earlier that she was a slave here." She could have poisoned your mate without anybody knowing. "Why didn't she do that when she was about to leave?" I said as I stared at him with a cold look on my face. see the look of shock changing on his face. “What do you want to do with that killer?” He asked with a cold look on his face, and I couldn't help but wonder what had transpired between them. I knew that there had to be some reason.