Novel & Cerita How To Summon Jeff The Killer

"That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed." Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of her, forcing me to confess. "Anna, you were the killer, yet you have the nerve to frame Emma. You evil woman! Apologize to Emma! Maybe then I'll put in a good word with the cops!" Noah's grip was strong, causing my scalp to ache terribly, but it couldn't compare to the pain of being slashed to death in my previous life. I looked up at the two of them viciously, laughing in exasperation.

I held my head in my arms and closed my eyes. “Sir, please believe me.” Sunny pleaded. “Oh my God, Zara!” came in mom’s scream. My eyes shot open and saw her coming running towards me. She looked pale and worried. I somehow got the energy to stand again and mom engulfed me in a hug as soon as she reached me. “What happened?” Mom asked “We caught the killer.” Uncle Ken said in a cold tone. Mom’s eye widens “Sir, I haven’t done anything. It’s all a misunderstanding.” Sunny pleaded

Right then, my phone lit up with an alert from some shady underground live stream. There was Jeffrey, broadcasting live! The headline was like a punch to the gut. [Wanted! Runaway fitness coach! $5000 reward for tips.] I tapped into the stream. There was Jeffrey, clutching his belly, his face a swollen mess, waving my ID card. "Listen up, folks! This lady is on the run for attacking me. "Spot her, and let me know. Catch her, and I'll let you keep her for three days." The chat went wild with messages.

Ken said with a smirk and Jeff glared at him. " So would you tell him what is the plan now " Ken said and Jeff shook his head . " There is no plan dummy , I need just your phone , I need to call him with your phone. " He said and Ken mouthed and " ok " feeling slightly embarrassed that he hadn't understood earlier . " Ok here is it " he said bringing out his phone from his pocket , unlocking it and handing it to Jeff . Jeff typed in his brother's number and just as he was about dialing the number they heard a knock on the door and fear gripped them a bit .

But it seemed that he was going to have to do it the hard way. “I guess were going to have to do things differently,” he said. Ares grinned widely. “A summons?” He nodded. The other werewolf rubbed his hands together enthusiastically. “Oh, this should be fun.” A summons was an enchantment that tethered a mate to the other. One that made a tattoo appear on their skin, alerting them of the mating bond. It burned until the mate came to find theirs. And if Nora was going to run from him, and lie to him, he’d just make it so that she had to come find him instead.

"Jeffrey, surrender yourself." Jasper kept it short and simple. The look on his face was glacial. At that moment, the flow of blood from his injured left shoulder echoed in his ears. His breaths were shallow, and he had little energy left to spare on Jeffrey. The few assassins burst out in laughter. "Sure, Mr. Beckett. I'm here, right in front of you. Come and arrest me," Jeffrey taunted as he cocked his head to the side.

“Here.” He handed it to me. I took it slowly. Inside the bag was the substance. The thing that would end the Supreme Council once and for all. “All you have to do,” JJ explained calmly, “is mix your blood and the blood sample of Jayden that you already have with the substance.” I nodded slowly. “Once it activates,” he continued, “take it inside the meeting chamber with you. When you’re ready… kill them.” His voice became quieter. “And then activate your dragon fire to self-destruct.”

Jeffrey yelled at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Gunnar said, angrily. “Wait,” Kiran said, the moment I was about to step forward. “We have to divert his attention. He could pull the trigger if we use magic.” I nodded, and saw that Levi had holstered his gun. Levi stepped out of the bushes a few feet from where Gunnar stood. “Jeffrey!” Jeffrey’s head snapped in his direction. “Who the hell are you?” “I’m Levi Sinclair,” he answered him.

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”