How Old Is Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

My heart leaped with joy and I almost hugged him. "Thank you Jake. You do not know how much this means to me." "Anything for you baby girl." I smirked when he called me that. He stood up to leave. "Jake?." I called and he turned. "How old are you?" I asked. His eyes raised at me, and he looked amused. "359 years old." I wasn't shocked to hear that. "What were you doing in high school?. It's past your age." He cackled.

But you’re telling me that this was all plotted by that young man, Javier Kersey? Walt couldn't believe that Javier, a young man in his twenties, could be so brutal to their business competition. He also knew exactly how to make or break a situation. Walt thought that someone who could pull off something so skillfully must be an old, cunning fox who had been in the business for many years.

Tackled him clean, both of us hitting the pavement, and I yanked that helmet off before he even finished groaning. Didn't recognize him. Not even a little. He looked maybe twenty-eight, tops, which meant if my mother's murder happened when it did, this guy would've been five to seven years old at the time. Seven-year-olds don't commit murder. So whatever he was, he wasn't the one who killed her. But that didn't make him useless. Didn't make him innocent of something, either. he could still lead me straight to whoever actually pulled this off. "Who sent you" I said, still pinning him to the ground, voice flat and cold.

He tentatively asks. I quirk an eyebrow at him, "Random question. Not to my knowledge, unless you know something I don't," I say casually. He shakes his head, "I was just curious," he mumbles into his food. Curious indeed. “So how old were you when you first killed someone?” He asks as he takes a sip of his drink. “Six.”

“When Jeffery challenged you. I was hiding in your office while you and dad discussed options.” His face falls. “You heard that discussion.” “Every word. You were not going to fight. You were going to step down. I was afraid you would leave us. Then I saw the fight and you were growling and the way you held him by the throat. One handed you held him of the ground and threw him like a ball.” “I don’t like to kill sweetheart. Not anyone especially family. I’m not a killer.” “You killed today.” “Actually, no, Kendall, Alex and Jacob killed today, I passed judgement and they carried the sentence out.”

"Does she know you kill people? OMG, she must be a psychopath as well. Isn't she scared of you? The guns?" "Are you?" His deep voice quizzed. "Am I? Hell yes!" I rolled my eyes. Silence. "How old are you?" I asked. He took a sip and did the naught action again. If he wasn't drinking, I couldn't have seen that. Damn, he looked hot when he licked his lower lip. "Twenty-five?" I asked. Silence. "Twenty five. Yes you are twenty-five." "Twenty eight." He declared and I chuckled.

“Jeff. From the mechanic shop. Newly divorced.” Kaelani’s brow arched. “Jeff? Isn’t he a little old for you?” “He’s thirty-four,” Tessa said with a shrug. “That’s, what—ten years? Not exactly ancient. Besides, age just means experience.” Kaelani smirked, sipping her drink. “You’re not worried about being a rebound?” “That’s the point,” Tessa shot back, lowering her voice with a conspiratorial smirk. “Men fresh out of long relationships go buck wild for new pussy. Especially young pussy. I’d bet money he’ll be eating my ass by eight-thirty.”

Now, tell me who is the dude, I texted last night? Cereal_killer A five year old kid I_pooped A sixty year old man Cereal_killer A mafia I_pooped A billionaire Cereal_killer A drug lord I_pooped A serial killer Cereal_killer Hey, that's me! I am the only cereal_killer in block I_pooped Yeah, whatever. A zombie, then? Chloe_awesome_scott Wow! Why not settle with his theory and call him a werewolf? Cereal_killer Hold on, he said that he is a werewolf?

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”