Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

I nod, snapping my gaze towards her, “Yes, I do! You’re just repeating what I already know. Stay clear of A-Jun… I get it. I’d rather sit on a cactus than share the same air with him… again.” “Good,” Jane says. Getting up from the bed, she walks over to a chair, sitting facing me with her legs crossed. Second on the list is Kaito.” “Kaito?” I ask. “Who the fuck is Kaito?” “He is a Japanese prisoner; he committed massacre, terrorism, and a lot of atrocities,” Jane announces. “That’s a lot of crime.” I chip in.

"Actually, I got a call from the waiter from Randy bar... he sent the culprit's picture. The culprit has been identified.. I am sorry to inform you... The culprit is Jimmy Jeff." Jane blinked hard as she processed the information. She staggered backwards and let out a loud deafening scream. Thereafter there was silence which was followed by a free fall. Patrick launched forward, he picked her up before she impacted the ground. "Jane!" He yelled and held an unconscious Jane in his arms. He held tightly unto her and rushed out for his car. *******

When Stephanie got to Joe’s room, he was eating. “Steph, come and join me.” He offered. “I just ate.” Stephanie replied and sat down in the sofa waiting for him. When he was done, they got down to business. He told Stephanie everything he found out. Jane didn’t pay any one to kill her children , she sent Jorge, her lover to do it. Joe gave her intimate photos of Jane and Jorge that he had taken, and the recording of their phone calls.

He sat with pretense in his voice. “I will tell you everything Nova, everything”. Jane yelled with red eyes and a cracked voice..if she can't get him, she can't kill Nova, she will as well destroy him not caring about the consequences. Nova found herself legs glued to the ground despite eryx rage for her to go upstairs. “He is responsible”…… but before she could say a word. Jane dropped dead on the floor with a bullet to her head. “Arhhhh ”….The excruciating scream of Nova filled everywhere.

Catalina’s POV I drove to Jane's house because I felt responsible to help her. I also called 911, and help was on its way to Jane. Then, after a few minutes, I got to Jane's house, and all I could hear was her sobbing on the porch with a hand covered with blood. I thought she had done something wrong, but it wasn't her. Someone was here and killed her two maids on the balcony. Their necks were open as if they had been bitten and sucked by a dangerous animal, but I knew that wasn't the case. A vampire did it.

Jane replied. She knew the moment Hudson knocked on the door because the big guy in the kitchen jerked his head turning toward the sound. Jane was in the process of standing up and drawing her taser when the unexpectedly swift movement of their quarry startled her. Instead of heading cautiously toward the front door like they had anticipated, he turned and hurtled toward the kitchen window where Jane sat crouched. She stood as he flung the window open, and drew her weapon. He was busy climbing through the window into the dark, rainy night when Jane announced her presence. "Stop!" she snapped holding the weapon on him as much as she could in the tiny cramped space. "I'm private investigator J

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

“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.”

"Jeff, you know me!" "I believe numbers. I believe what adds up," he said, and for the first time, I saw the doubt in his eyes. "And right now, Jane’s confession adds up to a very clean closed case." "Then you must know that Jane being a lone killer doesn't add up! She's not even a Thorne! She’s an employee! She doesn't have the resources to take down a private jet! Or the accident with my parents. Someone was behind her!" "Don't you get it?" Jeff leaned in, his voice a harsh whisper. "If she’s naming an accomplice, *you* are the accomplice.

Jane shuddered, and she blurted, "You had someone follow me?" "Tch, guess you have some brains, after all." Jane's expression contorted, and then she suddenly gave a silent and tragic laugh… She knew it. There was no way Sean Stewart would let her go so easily. All of a sudden, she turned around and looked at the cabbie, saying slowly, "Mister, you were asking me what I stole from him to warrant such a witch hunt, right?" She slowly met the cabbie's gaze. "It was a life. I stole a woman's life. I killed the woman he loved the most." Jane gradually pointed at Sean before turning her finger back to herself. "I killed my best friend."