Its Jeff Novels & Stories

He was going through Prisca's I*******m page, scrolling through her pictures and adoring her beauty with his eyes. His mind could not come to terms with what he had seen earlier today. His idol has been dragged into the mud and has been made a laughing stock by all and sundry. "Still thinking about your celebrity crush huh?" Jeffery asked, adjusting the arms of the Midnight blue tuxedo he was wearing. The essence of his cologne filled the room. Diri gave a weak nod. "Let it slide bro, sometimes the people we highly exhaled end up being nothing but dirtbags, ugly things live in beautiful houses bro," he continued.

Jeffrey’s voice was thick with raw frustration and dominant heat, contrasting sharply with Jessa’s completely baffled state. He had zero logical reason to be at this border post. "Is your alpha beast... also riding back to the southern valley?" Jessa asked, his throat dry. "My beast is here to claim you!" Jeffrey marched straight over, his massive, clawed hand reaching out to grab Jessa’s leather sleeve with an iron grip. "Think your rogue wolf can just taste my body and run away into the night? Think again, mate!"

Jeffery continued. "Who's worried to her!" James curtly replied evasively. Jeff smirked even more at the man he considered family. James was an introvert. He never shares feeling with others. Moreover, James never had a lover like the other mafia bosses. He was playing with women with no strings attached for sexual desire only. Soon, Earth returns, and Doctor Jeff injects medicine to reduce Delilah's fever. "If her fever doesn't go down by morning, take her to my clinic. I hope no infection occurred. Good evening gentlemen, I need to rest!" said Jeff Alejandro casually. Grey immediately took Jeff's bag to escort him out.

"So, Jeff, are we friends?" "Um, not exactly, but we spend much time together." "I see. So, Jeff, what do you think about my new look?" "Your new face looks more like it could be a brother to your old face." "What kind of man would you say I was, Jeff?" "A busy man. Short tempered, self-centered…" Jeff paused. "I mean, what kind of person was I?" "You are a well-respected hard worker and very rich. No nonsense, everyone in the community sees you as threatening and even dangerous…" Jeff paused again, halting the rest of his statement. "Sorry, Sir, I overstepped my bounds."

“Wait, if that's Miranda, then who is the other person? Don't tell me he's also one of them.” Jeffrey grinned and waved his hands about, “No, no. I'm not a big shot like Miranda here. I'm just a normal person.” I rolled my eyes at his false humbleness. “Phew. I thought the other guy was someone important as well.” “If he was, I would have shit on my pants just now!” The words had barely left the man’s mouth when Jeffrey tilted his head slightly, that ever-infuriatingly innocent smile tugging at his lips. He looked almost amused.

He was clearly not interested in cooperating with them. "We've come here to talk about working with you, Jeffrey," Alyssa began, using a more acceptable term. "Work with me? Do you think I'm an idiot, Ms. Alyssa? I nearly died under both your hands. You two want to work with me? What nonsense!" Jeffrey scoffed. "You didn't succeed in killing us, though you wanted to, did you?" Alyssa asked with a faint smile. Jeffrey's brows furrowed. He was a mercenary, a trained hitman. Alyssa's words were insulting his expertise.

He only stared coldly at Jeffrey and said, “There isn’t anyone in this world that I can’t touch.” Theo’s whole body trembled as fire returned to his eye! Yet, Jeffrey started laughing out of exasperation. His expression darkened as he said, “Okay, okay, you have a great imagination there, brat. But I refuse to believe that there’s a single person in this tiny city that I, Jeffrey Scott, can’t take down!”

Elijah smiled and led them with him to the study in the north building. The study is in the north building. The maid prepared a fruit tea for them. Old Mr. Elijah looked at Jeff with concern, "Your name is Jeff, right? I heard that you are the assistant to the special assistant to the president of Howard Group, your recent work, is it still going well?" Jeff nodded slightly, "It's still going well."

“You’re so weird. I’m telling you the truth here, why don’t you believe me?” “You want me to believe you?” Jeffrey laughed out loud as if he had just heard the funniest joke ever. “Do you think you can trick me, little deadbeat loser? I’m Jeffrey Weaver!” Charlie asked curiously, “Are you famous? Why haven’t I heard of you before?” Jeffrey sneered, “Weaver Pharmaceuticals, have you heard it before? I’m the general manager of the company.” Charlie shook his head. “I’m sorry, I haven’t heard of it.”

“Elorm. And you must be Jessy.” He extended a hand. His grip was warm, firm, but not the crushing kind guys do to prove something. His eyes—deep brown, gold flecks—held mine a second longer than polite. “Hi,” I managed. My voice sounded small. *Get it together.* Elorm kicked me under the table. “Jeffery, Jessy’s the one I told you about. Top of the class, zero filter, secretly a softie.” He chuckled. “I like all three.”