Jane The Killer Novels & Stories

" 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

But it wasn’t like I was about to spill my honest guts to Jane, was it? She was marked for death. I hadn’t changed my mind on that, even though years had passed since her first offence against me. I didn’t want Hunter now, not the way I once had, but that didn’t mean she could have him either. Nobody could. I still needed to keep up appearances; I still needed to be the Luna of both his packs. I was still going to kill Jane. Well – have someone else kill her, at least. I just wanted to torture her first.

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

The bouquet slipped from her fingers onto the floor. “Oh, my God.” Elliot looked towards her slowly. Something in his expression made her stop moving entirely. “Elliot…” His voice sounded rough when he finally spoke. “Did you know?” Jane stared at him blankly. “What?” “That she killed him.” The colour drained visibly from Jane’s face. “What are you talking about?” “My father.” Silence swallowed the room instantly. Elliot pushed himself upright slowly despite the pain pulling through his body. “Did you know Helina tampered with his brakes?”

Mark's gun came up to silence him at once But Jane was faster. She raised her gun and shot her own man. BANG. He dropped, dead, blood splattered on the ground. Mark and I froze. Jane stepped over the body, her face red and streaked with black mascara tears. Her whole body shook. "MINE!" she screamed. "She's MINE to bring back!" Before Mark could react and snap out of it. Jane lunged at me. She tackled me to the ground, hands going for my throat.

"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.