Jane The Killer Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

Philip took out his phone to call Boris. While I followed my senses and found a door left ajar. My heart broke completely when I entered, and my scales began to surface. Jane was tied in chains, naked and beaten up. She smiled at me, but I was too angry to smile back. I wanted to burn the place down. I wanted to kill everyone. "James, it's okay. I am glad you came." She said, and I approached. She was my mate, so my fire won't burn her. I leaned close to her and placed my forehead against hers.

Now, they had a good idea where the Vampire queen was hiding, but their best weapon was still on the fritz, and even though Heather McBride assured them that things were getting better, this was night twelve in a row where Cassidy woke all the Hunters with her screaming and sent all of the Guardians who weren’t related to her outdoors to get some peace in the snowy Russian night air. By the time she reached the room, the screams had died down. The door was open, probably left that way by Zane, Jo’s ex who maybe wasn’t her ex anymore, who was standing across from Cassidy’s bed toward the back of the room, out of the way. He wasn’t related to Cassidy, but he always came when she screamed, the

Jane’s POV I felt like if I blinked for one second, I would miss it all. It was heat and cold altogether, embracing me. It had to be the waves and the cold it carried. I wrapped my hand around my frame, wishing I hadn’t listened to Laura and her choice of clothing. Wishing I hadn’t come here at all. Because, deep down, I knew all it took was one wrong move. He looked like the night, with dark hair falling across his face, dark eyes, and an imposingly tall frame. He overshadowed everyone easily, and I had to remind myself to breathe.

When I awoke, it was dark outside, and I could hear people talking. “You should’ve stopped the interrogation; you could’ve killed her.” Sáta yelled at someone. “She told me not to, she knows how important our mission is.” General Abtez retorted. I sat up, looking at my blankets. Blood was everywhere, groaning I stood and headed outside. “Why is there a Berserker in my camp?” I asked Thana as Sáta and General Abtez jumped, turning to look at me.

But their lifeless eyes and pale skin told the true story. Jane leaned back in her chair, rubbing her temples. This wasn't just murder—it was art to this person. A grotesque, twisted form of art. As she flipped through the file, a shadow fell over her desk. She looked up to see Marcus standing there, his expression unreadable. "Chief wants us to go over the latest crime scene together," he said. "Be ready in ten." Jane nodded, watching as he walked away. She felt the familiar fire of determination ignite within her. She was here to prove herself, to make up for the mistakes of her past. And she would start by catching the Bride Killer.

Chapter 5. PUNISHMENT TO THE OFFENDER. JANE'S POV. My eyes gently open and I grind my legs together to feel the wetness between my legs. I loved it, both the scent and the feeling from it. I rolled the calculated movement on my bed, and I grabbed my phone to check the time. I smiled and remembered my dream, the manager was between my legs throughout the night. Sadly, it was all a dream. "He is taken." The evil spirit in my head reminded me, and my smile dropped.

She was about to bolt when he caught her arms. He swiped everything away from the desk and placed her on it he pressed his lower body on her holding her in place. . He smiled cleaning the blood from his mouth where she slapped him. His smile wasn't cute rather it was creepy to Jane what kind of freak did she sleep with. what was she thinking? He kissed her lips aggressively and Jane kept struggling below him. Jane succeeded in pushing him away she rolled off the table hitting her back on the ground but she had to get away from here. She regretted that she and him were the only people on this floor.

Drake was being serious about the work that Allen had given him seeing as he was being defeated in all ways. This was a pain to him, he just couldn't say it. He picked up his journal and a pen to start writing some of the things that he had noted about Jane. The first was that she had a mysterious background and it was confirmed to him that she wasn't a human...that was sealed already.

She could feel the bile rise in her throat, her head spinning with each turn. One...two...three... She couldn’t hold it anymore. Jane emptied the contents of her stomach, puking on someone’s gown. As she lifted her head, the Queen was glaring at her. *** Facebook: The Scripturient (Join “San_2045 squad”, a private group on Facebook to be the first one to know everything!) Instagram: San_2045