Jane The Killer Real Face Novels & Stories

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

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."

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.

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-"