Jane The Killer Real Face Novels & Stories

Jane chuckled as she walked over to the other side of the bed. “All I had to do was trick your stepsister; her anger and hatred towards you were all I needed to get you…Now I am going to link everything back to her, it would be awesome for it to make the news headlines tomorrow morning….”Henna Tyler kills her stepsister, Sophia Tyler, out of jealousy,” Jane said and laughed. “What are you trying to do!?……please, please let me go…Please,” I pleaded with Jane. “Nothing will change, you are not going to make it out of here and to the outside world, you will remain missing,” Jane said and signalled one of the men to come forward with a tray that had a small bottle on it and an injection.

The pale, plump, red lips uttered out a tone much colder compared to the warm red color of his lips, "I asked, ' What do you think you were doing?'" Jane gulped, realizing that she had stared at that face far too much than necessary. This man... isn't he— the same man whom she had seen before she fainted? The young master, Victor Mildred! The murderer who had used a severed head as a decoration on his wall!

said Nathan as finally Jane said,” I cannot breathe. And Nathan let her go. “Are you fine?” asked Nathan as he looked at her in a concerned manner. “Well as fine as one can be after killing a man,” said Jane. Her face was still pensive and she had lost her usual glow and demeanour which was expected at this point of time. But the ordeal that she had been through…no woman ever should tolerate at any point of time. “You killed him in self defense, and I am glad that you did, because if not then I would definitely have killed him myself,” said Nathan and then looked at Susan who was nodding with the same grim realization.

However, the way he looked now caused an earthquake in my chest. "Who asked you to do this, Jane?" "It—It was Master Kaine. He needed her to lose her curves because she's so fat—" "Is that why you had almost poured acid on face?!" Kal snapped, looking at Jane like he couldn't believe she existed because there wasn't a beating heart living inside her. Jane recoiled, retreating into her shell at the face of a higher authority. "I—I—I..." "She's mine now." Jane's head shot up. "What?"

“Don’t tell me, but aren’t you that...human bed warmer for Master Poole from Kidon City? Jane was instantly startled, and then she flushed. She suddenly realized that she did not know this woman before her eyes, but this woman was most definitely coming at her. She had just settled down at this place and someone was already here to find fault with her? Could she get any more unlucky? However, who was that woman? Jane took another closer look at her, then suddenly felt like this woman had a rather familiar face. It seemed that…the old television show, which had premiered several years ago, that Jane was watching the day before yesterday had a supporting actress that looked very much like the

I hesitated a fraction too long. She noticed, women always noticed. "We dated," I admitted quietly. She stared at me for a moment before nodding slowly. "I thought so." "You did?" "You don't look at strangers the way you look at that television." I looked away. She wasn't wrong. When Karma entered the courtroom, she looked almost exactly as I remembered, although older and a little harder around the edges. But I wasn't just watching this because of Karma, but for the person beside her. He looks exactly as I remembered. Also a bit more older, but I believe he's still as dangerous if not more

--- Outside the courthouse, the sun was blinding. Jane stepped down the granite steps slowly, each movement feeling like it belonged in someone else’s memory. Paparazzi didn’t shout her name this time — it had already made the news. The world knew. But now, she was no longer a rumor. No longer a ghost hiding in Diego Orlov’s mansion. She was Jane Francisca Stadler again. Diego was waiting near the black car, dark sunglasses masking most of his expression — but his jaw relaxed a little when he saw her. He opened the door.

he requested. "Of course. Go ahead," Michelle replied before walking away. Philip showed me a video on his phone. It was a CCTV footage from the penthouse building. What I saw left me stunned. Jane! In an instant, my gaze swept around the ballroom. The stunning woman in the butterfly mask was Jane, my wife. What the hell was going on?! Why had she altered her appearance like this? I'd almost failed to recognize her. It was utterly insane! What was going on in Jane's mind to dress up in such a manner?

The promise is I don't even know where the bathroom is. I followed my instinct and pushed open a door and luckily it was the bathroom. I stood in front of the sink and stared at my face closely , I mean my real face is not, is nothing like pretty and my Fake face as well can't even compete with that of that girl. I'm nowhere near her and from the interaction between them, the way she felt comfortable in front of Killian I guess they have some sort of relationship going on between them even before I came into the picture.

"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."