Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

She moaned as her body reached its breaking point. *** John Grant slumped against the wall outside the interrogation room. Jolene Knowles had willingly confessed to the murders of Diane Walker and Suzanne Lee — even detailing how she’d lured each of them to the basement or restroom before bludgeoning them to death and stapling their eyes out of sheer jealousy. But she profusely refused to confess to the murder of Irana Long.

Even in another state, he received news about the murderer that cannot be found. A lunatic and psychopath, Jean Luc had thought. Whoever it was had used his home as theirs, and the fact made him want to hurl his guts out even more. He was attempting to calm himself against a tree when two people were brought out of the house. The sight of them definitely did not help. A man and a woman were led out of his house. They were on beds, and alive. Barely. The woman was beautiful. It was the first thing Jean Luc noticed before his eyes trailed to the red knife wound somewhere below the stomach. The man was almost twice as injured, and Jean Luc couldn't help the rise of bile in his throat.

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."

"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."

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."

"I used to call Stephanie sometimes, but all I did was hang up when I heard her voice." "I don't know," Jane said. If she called her, what would she say? The pizza was ready. Jane wished she could devour it with Emily instead of munching an organic apple. "We could ride over to her street and see where she lives," Emily said after they'd finished eating. "That's a characteristic of a budding stalker," Jane pointed out. "Well, I'm in love, and if you don't go, I'll go alone," Emily said. Jane didn't want Emily to go stalking Ms. Anderson, but she couldn't just stay behind. She knew she would be sorry for what she said next. "Okay, I'll go with you."

“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.

I know Jane is a different person, but I couldn't help to think that they were almost the same. Carmine, that's her name. That girl ruined me, crushed every piece of me, every ounce of pride I had, every bit of love I had, till I forgot how to care and love. Jey was well aware of my circumstances. She was there when I was at the pinnacle of my happiness, and she was there when I was at the bottom when I didn't even know how to get up. That time when I was on the verge of killing myself. Carmine Crea fucking ruined everything. Jane Terranova reminds me of her, and I'm not sure how to keep my rage in check. I want to torture her and make her feel the pain. I must be crazy because she's Jane an

Jane was satisfied, even though she had a minor injury. The incident started when Jane entered Jester's condominium because she installed hidden cameras and also destroyed all of Jester’s belongings, including their picture frames as a couple. But Kate suddenly came, scolded her, and threatened to report her to the police. Jane was so obsessed with doing what she wanted to do. Then she locked the door and talked intensively to the woman. She said she would also be charged with adultery because she allegedly had an affair with her husband.

“Her friend said she went to catch an adulterer. I don’t know the details. Just go find your mother!” Then, the call disconnected. “Catch an adulterer?” I turned to my mother in confusion. She avoided my gaze and whispered into my ear, “I’ll explain later.” Just then, another doctor approached us, holding a report. “The victim's face was too badly damaged to identify, and she wasn’t carrying any identification or personal belongings. We ran her DNA through the national database. The deceased has been identified as Susan Jacklin.” The moment the name was spoken, Claire’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed to the floor. Susan Jacklin was my mother-in-law’s name.