Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

Jane had decided to spend her lunch break there, hoping a moment of peace among books might quiet the storm in her mind. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, stepping into the warm, quiet interior. The faint smell of old pages and polished wood greeted her, and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. As she walked toward the reading area, her thoughts raced. She replayed Dr. Chen’s findings, the victims’ photos, the taunting patterns of the killer. Why brides? Lost in thought, Jane didn’t notice the man stepping into her path until it was too late. Her coffee cup collided with his chest, the lid popping off and sending a cascade of steaming liquid over his leather jack

Louisa muttered slowly once again. Henry, who heard this slowly, suddenly opened his eyes. Staring at Louisa with confused eyes and still in a sleepy state. "Time for what, Babe?" Henry muttered. "The time for George Tomkins' downfall begins." Louisa smiled lopsidedly. *** LATEST INFO! THE KILLER OF JANE MILLER HAS BEEN KNOWN!! IT WAS UNBELIEVABLE THAT THE WOMAN KILLER WAS GEORGE TOMKINS. THE UNCLE OF LOUISA TOMKINS, OWNER OF LONDON'S BIGGEST BOOK COMPANY, TOMKINS HOUSE.

I asked her. “No,” she said angrily and I looked at Alex. He shook his head at me and I entered her mind. I brought her down to her knees as I concentrated and I found the memory of Jane’s murder easily. She had lured Jane to the forest under the guise of wanting to talk after her public apology. Jane was trusting and smiled as she followed Cheryl deeper into the forest.

Once we are out, I look at Marcus, and I can tell he is about to give me bad news. "So Jane's body turned up a few meters from the house." He stopped, and I shook my head because this couldn't be true. Maljore had no use of her again, and maybe she knew that we were closing in on connecting them; she had to do away with her. "She is being transported, but she is dead," Marcsu confirmed my suspicion with one word. "And?" I drag out my word because I know that could not be all. "Jane seems to be working with that man you caught during your honeymoon; they are both ex-military."

She lost her strength when her shoulder was dislocated, and then she felt a hit in her back as the second rogue kicked her there. Jane heard Kim telling her to run, but her legs refused to move. She was staring at the horrid scene of two rogues brutally hitting Kim, and Jane fell to her knees when a spurt of blood splashed on her face. Was that blood Kim’s? Jane opened her mouth in a silent scream for them to stop. Why were they doing this? What was the point of this violence? Only a year ago, she saw her mother and five siblings being murdered by their abusive father, and Jane survived by accident because she hid under the bed, and he was too drunk to count them all, and Jane slipped throug

"imagine our lives without those two in it, it would be a peaceful one. Carmella would surport me in that." "Yeah she would. She would finally get the man of her dream all to herself." I added. "Yeah she would, and that would make her really happy." "Can I ask you a question Jane?" I asked. "Yeah go on." She replied. "Have you ever killed someone? I asked. "Yeah I have, I shoot at someone but he did survive but ended being killed by my cousin, Jason." She said. "The bastered almost raped me and I shot him with his gun on his left leg."

“Don’t patronize me, Rebecca.” “Oh you’re still pissed I took you off the case.” She replied. “Which you need not worry. The killer is dead.” “So you know who he was?” Jason asked, clearly baiting her. “After some thorough investigation, it was just a nobody.” She replied, taking a sip of her wine. “Who? I would like to know if he was a client of mines.” Janet leaned against the table waiting for her to answer. Baiting for her to answer. Rebecca took her time answering. “Orlando Johnson. Like I said, a nobody.” Her hand reached for her knife as everyone watched her intently.

She walked her to the directors office, and they march inside. "Good day, please, I'm Mrs Antonio." Jane rushed out before the female cop could introduce her. "Please have a sit." He gestured, she sat down, and he continued. "Your husband was found guilty of multiple crimes, you can go through the files." He handed her a document. Jane took a look at the files, shaking her head. "No, it can't be, my husband wasn't the one who murdered Tyler, he is innocent, someone wants to frame him for murder."

The mocking and insult I endured through all the years have been with him, I'm the one who should be on his bed not that bitch she screamed. Jane was startled by her reaction and doesn't know what she means she was the one to be his woman" "Relax and breathe in well Jane muttered as she tried to calm her down, she was speechless that the girl was down. She was in pain as she was. But the desire to kill him was on her face. She was not the kind girl she thought she was. Something was off about her, her gray and faded skin but she still managed to look beautiful and healthy."

“Oh, you mean that drug dealer?” “He is not a drug dealer!” Jane cried. “It was all of you! All of you joined hands to have my husband killed. You had everything planned since the beginning to have our whole family killed, right?” Cindy imitated Lily’s tone. Then, she shrugged with a smile. “Wow, you’re not a stupid pregnant lady?” “Was it Alex?” Jane asked in despair again. “Of course!” Cindy replied.