Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

“Just do it. Don’t get caught. You understand?” “Ahhh, damn it.” “W-What did you say?” “No! No! I will do it! I will!” Dino made a salute to his grumpy boss and led Jane with him. Looking around, Mingyu heaved a sigh. No matter where he look at it, the scene only lead him to one suspect and it is Jane. ‘However, why did Jane make the call? If she really killed the victim, she won’t do that. Also… that smell…’

" I said still grabbing her neck tight. She struggled to remove my hand from the grip but I was far stronger than her. Her face was beginning to look pale and a small yelp escaped from her throat. I let her go and she inhaled a lot of oxygen. This is a lesson she will leave to remember. She got up, shooting dead eyes at me and was about to walk away. Just like that, I felt something slap me right across my face. This bitch never gives up. She dragged the daughter of Luciano out and I was more than confused. Luciano never lets his daughter mingle with people because according to him, she was a delicate flower. Still trying to connect the dots, Inizio came to me with information about her. "Sh

I needed quick answers from them. I needed to know how Mary winded up as the killer. My bet had always been on June. Or did they plan the whole thing together? Were they accomplices? "Why? Why did you kill her?" I demanded, wanting nothing but to get the answers to my million questions from her. She was silent. It increased my agony and I couldn't control the urge to flare up. "Luna Eleanor was a sweet woman. She didn't do anything wrong to you! She didn't even know you well enough to hurt you! How could you have done that to her? How?!"

The sound of her own heartbeat screaming through silence when she saw Lucy’s wedding photo in the tabloids. “I’ll explain,” Jullie stepped in, her voice a fortress. “Jane was the victim of an attempted murder disguised as suicide. Her body was never identified by family—because there were none left to claim her. Only the husband, Daniel, who benefited from her death.” “Extraordinary claim,” the man said flatly. “Where was she all this time?” Flashback

he says urgently and Erica stood up alarmed. "What?How!"she asks desperately "Kaleb just called me,he is already on his way there" Okay I am confused what are they talking about. "What are you guys talking about?What is wrong with Jane?" I say my heart beating wildly "She has gone back to Texas. She is not supposed to be there after she tried to kill herself over there"Erica cries "Wh... What!kill her.. herself "I stutter

"You lying bitch! Still denying the truth, even at death's door? "I have surveillance video of you killing her, bragging about being some big internet celebrity, Anna Anderson! If it's not you, then who is it?" Emma chimed in from the side, "Anna, if you did something wrong, just admit it. You know what they say. It's never too late to do the right thing." Just when everyone was certain that I was the killer, I looked at Emma, who was secretly gloating nearby, and asked, "Emma, what are you talking about? You're the one who's always lived in this apartment. What does anything that happened here have to do with me?"

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.

The two start to leave the gallery room in order to prepare the mansion to welcome Lady Titania Gridon, the descendant of Tyrelle and Julie Gridon, to the Beaumont mansion. In the butler’s mind, there’s no doubt that when the time comes, the killer smile will soon make the two young wolves realize that they are mates - just like how it did with Aelfric and Gabriella Beaumont.

Because somewhere an old journalist no longer carried her secret alone. Somewhere a woman named Claire Martin was finally free. Somewhere powerful men were growing older. And somewhere new stories were beginning. The sort of stories nobody could control. The sort of stories nobody could own. The sort of stories that belonged to everyone. And for the first time since arriving in Paris, Jessica Jane wasn't searching for the future. She was walking toward it.

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.