Jane The Killer Real Face Novels & Stories

"My real name is Jennifer Gomez and this look is not mine as well. I had to undergo five different plastic surgeries to look like Helen." "Wow! This is thrilling. If you're not Helen, then where is Helen?" The journalist asked. "And why did you have to pretend to be her? For all these yeas?" Ignacio asked, pissed off. "I'll take it one after the other. The real Helen is dead and I happen to be her killer" She said the last clause in a low tone. "What!" Iris yelled in shook. "How could you kill someone, mom?" She asked.

The most hardened criminals became putty in his hands. After all, the subconscious cannot lie. Countless reporters waited outside, their cameras rolling, ready to broadcast the historic moment. [The truth is finally coming out! Can't wait!] [How does a coma patient kill someone? Is she actually psychic?] [Could she be a metahuman? Like, with some kind of unknown superpower?] [Everyone, stop guessing. She's about to confess everything herself!] Dr. Sterling expertly steered our conversation into a deep, probing exchange.

Blood smeared everywhere. Jane. Her face was red, streaked with mascara and tears. Eyes wild. I didn't waste time. I stepped on her wounded shoulder. She screamed. "Where is my wife?!" She looked up at me, face twisted in rage and pain. "THAT BITCH!" she shrieked. "That bitch DID THIS TO ME!" I frowned, confused. Alessandro crouched down. "Who did what?" "HER!" Jane screamed, spit flying. "Mrs. Montrel! She SHOT me! She-she-"

Something suddenly caught my attention, the girls were both rolling to the edge of the building. "No," my lips began to tremble. I texted Scott immediately. "Please get over here, get the school head too." "JANE!" I screamed. "That's enough, you don't fight at the edge. Mira I will give Scott to you, I will give you money, let her go." For a split second they both paused, Jane probably saw something. "I knew it was you," she said slowly. "What?" I asked. "She has the mole. The same mole of the masked man who stabbed you two years ago. It was you."

Ondina Detective Joe stood by the body of the latest victim, his eyes scanning every inch of the scene, looking for any evidence that could lead him to the killer. He had been on this case for three long years, and it was the most gruesome one he had ever encountered. The killer, known as the 'No Face Killer', had struck again and this time his victim was a young woman. Joe had been haunted by this case, the killer's signature was to peel off the victim's face, making it almost impossible to identify them. But Joe could tell from the woman's body that she was young, probably in her early twenties. He couldn't imagine the terror she must have felt before her face was ripped off.

A young girl stood in the doorway, glasses perched on her nose ridge. “Jake?” “Yes. Who are you?” Something about her face. The shape of her jaw. The tilt of her smile. It all looked familiar. Uncomfortably familiar “My name’s Jane,” she said. “I’m looking for my sister… Kat.” My whole body went cold.

“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…’

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.

He frowned, the corners of his lips curving into the cold smile of a devil as he said, “Jane Dunn, Miss Dunn, you’ve opened my eyes once more today. Tell me, do you think your older brother would die of anger if he saw how pathetically you begged with your tail wagging today?” ‘You can’t do that!’... Jane nearly blurted out involuntarily. Her nails dug into her palms, and that instantly woke Jane up. “Mr. Stewart, I don’t have an older brother. I killed someone and went to jail, so now I’m just an ex-convict who makes a living by playing the ugly fool. The Dunns would never acknowledge a murderer as their daughter, right?” Sean never expected Jane to say something like that. He was stunned f

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him suspiciously. I could hear the women taunting him to take off his mask, splashing dollars at him and pulling him by his pants, one even mentioned that he could be ugly. "She could be right. I think he is ugly and hiding behind the mask but his body is a killer " Jane said and I smiled at her.