Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

She threatened me and I laughed mockingly. “Oh really? You really think you can land me in jail? It seems you don’t really know me. Let me refresh your memory. I am Jane, just Jane. I don’t belong to anybody, I don’t belong to any leverage. I am just me. And nobody messes with Jane. You know why? Because I know all your little secrets that can make you look terrible in front of the judge. Now, to avoid wasting words with you, I will just send you the documents on your W******p phone and you go through it. So you see what I know about you is heavyweight and trust me, you don’t want the entire country to know it. Because you will be spending the rest of your life in jail.” I threatened her bac

All I wanted was to build a life with Jane, not become a ruthless assassin. The following day, Ruth approached Jane, revealing that she had executed part one of their plan by eliminating all the guards from the Black Moon pack. Jane was euphoric, and it dawned on me that she and Ruth were cut from the same cloth—sick and twisted. When they questioned my lack of enthusiasm, I feigned fatigue, seeking solace in my bed. Ruth shot me a suspicious glance and asked Jane if I would betray them. Jane, oblivious to the truth, insisted that I wouldn’t, and Ruth warned that she was watching me.

Jane read Marissa's letter carefully, not missing a single word. Her gaze gradually turned cold, like permafrost. So it truly had been Jocelyn's doing. Jane clenched the letter, her expression dark with hostility. She wanted nothing more than to rush to the prison and kill Jocelyn with her own hands. But reason triumphed over impulse. Now, more than ever, she had to remain calm. She could not act recklessly without a foolproof plan. Killing Jocelyn would not make her crimes known.

"Calm down! We won't go after you for the abduction, but murder is an entirely different thing! You don't have to ruin your own life over something like this!" Jane had gone completely insane. At that moment, Sheila could clearly tell that she was really intending to murder them. "Shut up!"

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

I said. Daiane rolled her eyes; like everyone else, she didn’t believe me. “Jane, even if Marius Blaine, the killer, is still alive, he’s not after you. It’s your imagination. That night you think you saw him... the kitchen was dark, and you must have just been scared, besides the fact that you hit your head.” “Why would he kill them all? And imagine how strong he must be to have done it alone...” I asked. Daiane shook her head.

“You’ve answered my question. Is there any possibility that anyone at Oriri knows about the existence of this key? Could have traced your use of a maintenance software outside of usual maintenance operations?” “None,” said Jane confidently. “I’m good at my job.” “And one last question,” started Kade. “What do you know about the hitman that Oriri hired to take out Burt Johnson?” Jane and Peter both went a few shades paler. “Let me rephrase that,” Raven interjected, focusing on Jane. “Do you have a name?” “A codename,” Jane admitted. “He calls himself the Jackal.” Kade nodded sharply. He said nothing.

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

"What? What are you talking about? Who is Jason's mother?" Dr Andesh asked and pressed a button under her desk. "It's an interesting story, but unfortunately, your people will start coming in and I don't want too many dead people in this room," Jane said and set the gun. "If you are going to kill me, at least tell me who Jason's mother is?" Dr Andesh said and Jane smiled. "The nanny who took him to the park and he got kidnapped," Jane replied with a smile, and Dr Andesh raised an eyebrow wondering how but before she could ask another question hoping to buy time for someone to come in, Jane pulled the trigger.

But why me? "It's all over now, Lana. The Jane Doe case is closed. You're safe," Jason reassured, pulling me back into his embrace. "That maniac saw you at the crime scene that night. He was always there," his voice quivered, "He's insane, shouting that you resemble the first girl he killed, that by killing you, he will finally be at peace." "That's creepy, Jason. He's psychotic." I admitted, comprehending the gruesome nature of the murderer upon hearing Jason's detailed account of the Jane Doe case.