Novel & Cerita Jane The Killer Real Face

Jane would never forget this face even after her death. It was HIM! __ Adrian Alan Johnson. Her abuser. Her nightmare. Her painful past. Was fate playing some kind of cruel joke with her! She felt her body tremble, every muscle felt tight as if on the verge of collapse. A wave of nausea hit her, and despite the AC running she was sweating uncontrollably under her scrubs. Her fingers curled slightly and nails started digging into her palms through the gloves. “Miss White?” A sharp voice pulled her back. Jane looked up. Dr. Roy was staring at her, frowning slightly. “Are you not feeling well? You don't look fit.”

As the video ended, I spotted the masked girl in the crowd trying to sneak out. My smile dropped. "Officer, that's her!" The cops moved fast, slamming Jane to the ground. I stepped up and ripped off her mask—revealing a face nearly identical to mine. Gasps shot through the crowd. "Oh my God, they look exactly alike!" "Even their bodies—same build, same everything!" Jane shot me a cold look. "How'd you get that video? How'd you even know? I was just watching." I laughed. Yeah, right.

She told Rita and they all sat down as Rita and Vivian filled her with all the lies they have planned to tell, making Katherine turn to the bad person. After Rita and Vivian left the mansion, Jane took out her phone and dialed James number, the call connected immediately. “I need you to look into Katherine Edwards, I want everything about her, her family, her image, what she is, her life before now, everything, and I need it before nightfall!” She ordered, her voice domineering. James shuddered at the other side of the line, and replied, then Jane hung up, James glanced at his phone screen. “Katherine Edward?” He paused his lips. “Is she talking about Katherine Jonas?” He blinked and then it

She moved her fingertips. A sharp, unpleasant female voice echoed in the room. “The camera is automatically connected to the internet, and now the videos of you taking off your clothes are everywhere!” “You’re wearing a gown. That means you’ve undressed yourself before the pinhole camera. The lustful men are already looking at your pictures! Hahaha. No one will date you once your face is disfigured! Gerry is mine!” Everyone looked at Jane in shock. Everyone shuddered at the vile words. She was trying to ruin another woman’s life by placing cameras in the changing room!

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

His smile was evil and deadly, his humorless expression terrifying in a way she knew all too well. "Don't. Don't you dare try to pretend to be the hero in this, as if you two weren't conspiring behind me! Don't lie to me Richard. I know you. Don't pretend as if you are a good person and I am a bitter woman , not according to your views.” Jane finished her speech panting, her hands moving wildly as she raged.

CELINE’S POV “Good day doctor” I greet while standing beside the doctor. He breaks his communication with the nurse standing in front of him. “Good … day Ma'am '' he throws his face at me and drawls out a greeting with his eyes a little unspread. I guess he has forgotten who I am. “Oh, I guess you have forgotten who I am. I am Jane, and I was here with the lady who was shot and in a coma. I mean Harley Thompson.” I explain and move closer to him. He is wearing a white coat and a stretocoope around his neck.

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.

"Not all good fruits come from good trees. Jane may be anything to you or to someone else but the truth is, she exists. I want to know about Jane because you wrote her name on your file. I have read the sentence where you described her as charming. Yet, you call her a demon before leaving her name blank. Who is Jane, Perer? Is she a woman you loved that is dead? I am referring to her as a woman because you said she is twenty-five and from what I know, you are not above eighteen." "Jane is a woman," I began with trembling lips. "Jane is a friend. Jane is a sister. Jane is someone who died before I was born. Jane is a distorted image that is fading slowly in my mind. She is a creature that onc

And as I did, I felt Tyrelle grabbing a hold of my hair and pulling me back. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I winced. "Don't you dare walk off without answering my question. Are you or are you not Gabriella?" Just then Aelfric decided that it was time to intervene. He grabbed my hand and slapped Tyrelle's grip on my hair that made him let go. "Go find your own woman, mutt!" He said and stick his tongue out at him. "I'm not your woman!" I yelled. "You know the hybrid." Said Tyrelle. "So I guess you are Gabriella the Killer smile."