Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

He understood me. He said: “The three the public does not have. Two of them were in 2021. One was in 2022. The press has never connected those three to the seventeen. They are real, and they were mine, and they are the difference between the number you knew in your interior of me and the number that is actually true.” I said: “And Derek.” He said: “Derek would be the twenty-first.” I held that too. Twenty-one. I was, sitting in the armchair of a man’s front room in Brooklyn Heights, the wife of the twenty-first man this man had killed. The wife of the most recent count.

From the information I had gotten from Jane, it means that Samantha and the Killer had a fight near the scene and when killer tried to escape; she wanted to pursue him but he shot her four times; how horrific could that be. “Give me an update once the DNA checking is out, and thank you for your time, detective Jane.” I said, and started walking towards the exit, she was doing great work and surprisingly reducing the stress I had to go through, but it still feels awkward having her around. “Where are you going?”

“Maybe hire someone who can make good food. Jane wasn’t really the best cook.” “Hm, I didn’t notice,” Roman replied, the information a surprise to him. Alana pushed away from his chest and turned to face him. She looked nervous as she gathered her courage. “What happened with Jane? Was she arrested?” she asked, her brown eyes meeting his green ones. Roman looked at her, his face serious and almost unreadable. He brushed a strand of her hair between his thumb and finger before answering. “I killed her.” His answer was simple and calm, like he was talking about something ordinary.

Desperately grabbing fistfuls of air, she screamed hysterically, "Don't go, Mother! Don't leave me. I've been searching for you for so long, and I never even got to say a single word to you. "You're the one who killed my mother, you wicked vixen!" She staggered toward Jillian, who wasn't afraid of her at all. It was just as easy for her to kill a little girl as it was to crush an ant. Jillian was just about to kill Ivory with a spell when Gareth stopped her. With a single strike, he sent Jillian crashing into the wall behind her. Blood trickled down the corner of her lips. "Do you, of all people, not believe me, Gareth?" Jillian screamed while clutching her chest.

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

' Tears streamed down her face once more. Sarah carefully guided Jane into the bathroom, settling her in a tub filled with warm water. Despite the heavy burden of guilt for Kaitlyn's murder, Jane managed a smile. "Miss Sarah," Jane spoke up, her voice breaking. "Yes, child?" Sarah responded, attending to Jane's wounds without meeting her eyes. "You know I killed someone..." Jane paused. "I did it out of jealousy and love," she continued, "Does this mean I loved wrong? Or maybe loved the wrong person?"

She let out a long, slow sigh, her pretty face twisting into something ugly and vengeful. "Zayn," she whispered to the empty room. "You think because you’ve won this little game, I will praise you? Of course not. You will cry. You will regret humiliating me and my family." She picked up her phone, dialed a number she had hoped never to use. The line connected after two rings. "I have a job," Jane said, coldly, "I want Mandy Blackwood dead. I don’t care how it’s done. I want it to be something that leaves a permanent, crippling pain in Zayn Carrington’s heart. Make sure it happens. Unfailingly."

Kira suggests, swinging her knives with glee. “ Why? I wasn't the one that almost got killed.” Jade replies. Just then Jane walks out of the forest, her left eye glowing within her blindfolds, and her clothes were cleaned and blood free. “ Why don't you go one on one with me instead Kira? ” Jade turns to her and says. “ It's Killer! Ki_ller for crying out loud,” she replies annoyed. On sight of her, Chesa fell face down to the floor trembling. In desperation for the situation, Dolly kneels in front of her, blocking her with her wide arms facing Jane.

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

Jane face suddenly green and white. Jane Tong stood up, stood up straight, Wang Butler was about to walk up, she waved her hand towards him, "It's fine, I haven't seen Mrs. Jane for a long time, Mrs. Jane just told me a joke." Butler Wang nodded and retreated to a safe distance again without a word. Only then did Jane Tong redirect her sight on Mrs. Jane's body, slightly hooking her lips, "You telling me this matter only proves me even more - Jane Tong, a murderer of ten evils."