Is Jeff The Killer A Real Person Mga Nobela at Kwento

They both shook their heads, “They claim that she was a minor and didn’t want to put her name or details out there, so nothing about her was published.” I nodded. That made perfect sense. The young girl would have to be protected. Having her details attached to information like this could ruin her life forever. “But I was hoping that you would have that information since you are a hacker or whatever you are…” I just realized I didn’t even know his name. “We didn’t introduce ourselves,” I said to him. “I am Jeff, but I already know who you are.” He replied. “Right, Jeff, isn’t there any information about this lady?”

I turned around, leaning against the front of my desk while using my hand to support myself on either side. “Leon, Asper, Neena and three other people that I couldn't recognize,” Jeff answered, taking two steps forward. “I think one of them was named Klaus or something. They were talking about a revolution and how it was time to put an end to you and all that.” “Asper. You must have made a mistake,” I said. Even if everyone else betrayed me, Asper was the last person that would do that to me. “It's him. I saw and heard him,” Jeff insisted. “He was acting like he was their leader and he was the one that discovered my presence there.”

I could feel that uncontrollable anger rising and taking over, as I had begun to heave in deep breaths. "Yes, I planned it all for a decade but still I'm no killer, all I did was reveal who the real ones were." "The Jama'atu killed the Commander and you framed me and killed Jeff too," I adduced. "The Jama'atu only created room for everything to play out but you killed the Commander, Lade," he claimed, looking so assured and it had me confused. "Did you see me do it?" I asked. "No but they found your fingerprints and might I remind you, you had an episode that day."

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.

“He's charged for murder and drug abuse.” “No, that can't be true. Jeffery is not like that.” of course she has to pretend that her very good friend is not a devil and she's shocked to see the news. “Well, that's him on the television. And the evidence is there too. I told you that guy is not to be trusted. He's a bloody murderer.” “No…. Jeffery can't do something like that, I need to go meet him." She stood up, pretending to be walking away but Richard stopped her. She knew he would.

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

bakit parang tinutusok yung dibdib ko bakit parang gusto kong umiyak ngayon? Dahil siguro ay umasa akong totoo yung sinasabi nya pero fuck asf?!Hindi naman pala sinabi nya lang yun para hindi ko sya patayin at matakasan nya ako,Pero....Papaanongnalam ni investigator na buhay ang si manuel wala akong sinabi sakanya na hindi ko napatay si manuel?

“No. I am indeed Don Vestri. I didn’t die. This was all a setup!” Damiano looked at me with viciousness and hatred in his eyes. My heart pounded in my chest. “Donna Bianchi, or should I say Magdalena, you truly are devious. You forced me to fake my death. I already warned you to let Wendy go if you didn’t want to face death.” The members of the family were shocked, and they started discussing the implications. “Is he really Don Vestri? He’s truly not dead! But why did he fake his death?”