Jane The Killer Novelas e Histórias

No matter what, Jane could not hate the woman of what she did to her and her twin sister. That night, it's a nightmare hard to disregard in her sense. Jane opened the folder, and the first thing she saw the blonde young girl in fifteen lying on the floor half naked. Eyes were closed but even so the pain remained on her facial expression, having died unbearably. Hand fisted as she heaved a sigh. The youngest in the age of the victims, and according to the autopsy, the girl's name Jane Roberts, the only daughter of Michael Roberts who lose his wife in a car accident five years ago, died in an acid the killer intake to her in forced, and in her stomach 15 needles pierced.

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?

I could only imagine how they both looked at me while I swam in my own foolishness. The elevator chimed, and I turned towards it as I anticipated seeing Brad, my lawyer. As the elevator door opened, I was in shock as I saw three police officers step out of it. “Good day, Mrs. Mia Marcus,” one of the police officers, who was in the middle, greeted, dressed in a black suit, while the others were in police uniforms. “Good day. How may I help you?” I asked. “My name is Inspector Luke, and these are my colleagues. You are under arrest for the murder of Miss Eunice Connor,” Luke stated, and I died in that moment.

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer” Michael looked from Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

Jane is powerful. She is a powerful witch. She could kill us with a snap of her finger. And do you know the person that is also responsible for our parent's death?" I got up on my feet immediately. "No, no, no. Don't tell me it was also Jane who did it." "Yes, it was Jane who killed our parents. She caused the accident that happened five years ago." Just then the door burst open. Drake walked in. "It was Jane who killed our parents?" He questioned.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Why was I standing here like some desperate stalker? Why did I care if she ate? Why did I find myself checking the security feeds just to make sure she was sleeping? I was Bane Valak. I had dismantled empires and executed men without a flicker of hesitation. I was the apex predator in a city filled with wolves. And yet, I found myself paralyzed by the sight of a twenty-five-year-old girl who looked like she’d break if I breathed on her too hard. It was supposed to be simple. Amaya Vancouver was a spoil of war.

THIRD POV Jane sat at the questioning table, lost as to why she was there. She had gone to see Fabian and he was all that mattered to her, so why was she being arrested? Was she perhaps doubted to be the killer? “I didn't do this! I swear! It is all Blaire's fault!” She yelled out for the tenth time. The police officer rubbed his weary forehead. “Why do you keep on saying that? You have been repeating that stamemt over and over again. How is she the one at fault? Did she try kill him?”

On his 70th birthday, of all days, he had to lower himself to a person half his age because of her. Jane wiped her tears and turned toward Nyla, her voice breaking. "Ms. Kinsey, this is all my fault. I was jealous that you're prettier than me, and I lost my senses. Whatever you choose to do—whether it's calling the police or anything else—I'll accept." Nyla looked at Jane emotionlessly. They had no prior grudges, yet upon meeting for the first time, Jane had instructed a maid to harm her out of jealousy. It nearly caused her to be disfigured—a testament to Jane's malicious nature.