Novel & Cerita Is Jeff The Killer Real

When I could finally get out of bed, a few reporters came to the ward. Before Ryan introduced them, I could already recognize their faces. They set up their equipment, and Ryan sat opposite me again. I unhappily shook the handcuffs around my wrists. “The doctor should have said that it’s a miracle that I’m still alive, right? “With my current health condition, do you think I could flip out and hurt someone? Are you that afraid?” The reporters were already wearing dark expressions in the face of someone like me, who killed her own family. When they saw that I still dared to joke, they immediately mocked me back.

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

"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!" Once again, Jason's words amused Jeffry to the point of laughter. He was happy to have made Jason angry, especially if he lost. "You want to threaten me?" Jeffry sighed. "You should realize who the real killer is. And ... you gave Emily that name, huh? Or did you deliberately take Emily from the orphanage because you thought she looked like the deceased—" "Enough, Jeffry! I swear I won't forgive you if you dare to bother or touch Emily with your filthy hands!"

after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room. Jean was taken aback by what Jackson said. In a way what he said was true. When they were busy finding the backstory of the health camp a phone call interrupted their concentration. It was a tip from some unknown informant who said that Dr. Jackson was the Dr. Killer. Then we found out he was also in the camp with them and he was promoted after the death of Dr. Robert Jonson. Then it all made sense and they all thought that that tip was true. And to justify that they called Jackson into the office to indirectly interrogate him. They didn't even think for a moment that this all might be a setup or a coi

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

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?

She asked, "Why did you kill Jeffrey?" "He tried to kill you." He gritted, "He deserved to die." Korina stopped to think for sometime and figured that maybe Jeffrey really deserved to die. "You push drugs?" She asked her next question. "Yes." He nodded, "I push drugs." "You do illegal arms?" "Of course." "You traffic girls?" "Nope, Korina." He sad eyes widening, "The fuck!" "You use your legit business to cover up your tracks?" She asked. "I don't really make an effort in covering up my tracks." Jace smirked, "I am untouchable."

“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.”

"You fooled me, you guys. You intentionally gave me the wrong copy of the suspects. None of them killed my parents. It was Kiel Alexandro Ramirez, he was the reason behind my parents' death." Zed and Mister Deguzman looked at each other. I then sobbed because it pains me knowing that it was Kiel who killed my parents. I am sure of it. He was the one who killed them and it makes me to hate him, to hate him more. Pretending like you are not hurt and like everything is fine is like hell. It kills me. The thought of the killer already in front of me makes me want to stab him. I just know that he was the one who killed them when he told me about his fiancée.