Jane The Killer Real Face Novels & Stories

Through her teary and blurry vision, she saw a few men walking toward her. "Y-You've come into the wrong place … This is the ladies' room …" Jane muttered. However, the men still stood in front of her. The leader of the pack bent down and pinched her chin, tilting her head up to face him. "Do you know who I am?" Jane blinked hard. When she finally saw the cold, handsome face, her eyes widened in fear. Her face instantly lost all its color. "M-Mark Miller! Why are you here?"

Jane answered, "because someone with as horny an ass as you have should try it at least once." Jane is my wife of 5 years. She is so beautiful and sexy. I'll try to describe her and do her justice. Jane is 31 years old and is 5' 9" tall. Jane has long dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. She wears her long hair with bangs kinda like Betty Page. Jane is slim and yet curvy at the same time. She has a round muscular ass and spectacular tits. I say her tits are spectacular, not because they're big, but because they are nice sized and perfectly shaped. They have puffy pink nipples. Best of all, Jane is horny all the time, is up for anything sexually and is very adventurous!

Again. “I don’t remember doing that,” he said, frowning and looking closer at the picture. The picture was censored, but it was clearly him balls deep in some blonde chick at a bar. “It’s not really a flattering angle.” “You bastard,” Jane whispered. She shook her head. Her normally neat bun was coming undone and gray wisps of hair framed her face. “I can’t believe you’d do this.” “Do what?” Jackson scoffed. “The woman was of age and very consenting.”

Our relationship was carefully planned to conceal the true nature of our connection. As Jack entered carrying a case file containing pictures of a man with his face partially obscured, I couldn't help but observe Jane's subtle smile upon seeing him. Jack appeared unaffected by our presence and disclosed that the person in the photographs was accountable for my spouse's demise. Jane firmly held my left hand and sensed my emotional reaction. As I inquired Jack about the person who took away my husband's life, including his motive behind it, tears started welling up in my eyes. Although we are uncertain of his identity, rest assured that he will be apprehended very soon," Jack guaranteed us.

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

He asked when I handed him the file which contained the photoshopped pictures of Jane and a random guy. “Those are pictures of Jane with her lover,” I said as I handed the phone to Sinclair. He went through numerous photos before looking at me. “Who’s the guy?” he asked, waving the file as I shrugged. “Possibly her lover like I said earlier. I dug into his past and found him to be a werewolf who is in love with Jane. His name is Rome.” I played a live video of Rome and Jane kissing which was fake but he wouldn’t know. Deep inside, I was glad that I had succeeded in planting doubt into Sinclair’s mind. He would never see her the same way again. He would see her as a cheater.

Kane stroked his throbbing cock furiously and exploded. Thick ropes of cum painted her full breasts and beautiful face. Vera moaned, scooping some into her mouth and swallowing. They lay there panting, covered in sweat, cum, and her squirt. The storm raged outside. Vera wiped cum from her lips and looked at him seriously. “I know who the real killer is, Kane,” she whispered. “It’s someone from your past. The man you put away ten years ago. He’s out, and he’s coming for both of us.”

"That was part of the reason. At the time you weren't ready for me yet." "And now I am?" she asked with a shiver. "You are a good woman, Jane McKinley. I don't think you will ever be ready for a man like me." Jane laughed bitterly. "I'm just the best kind of woman. I led you right to Gruber and watched you shoot him. I'm staying in the same house with a known criminal and allowing you to take care of me, have sex with me," she finished, her voice dripping with self-disgust.

Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart. The man could not believe what he knew. In his mind, maybe Jane was just using Jenny's face as Lila had imitated her at their wedding. However, the thought turned to belief upon hearing a loud statement from his mother, who had just arrived, carried by one of Jane's staff.

Her eyes followed the sound of splashing, and she saw one of the men pouring fuel along the edges of the old ship. “So you’re awake, pretty girl?” Jim sneered, walking over to her. “What a shame... someone like you, so soft and beautiful, It's going to end in such an ugly manner, But hey, at least we made use of your time. Wanna see?” He flipped the screen of a camera toward her. Jane’s heart dropped. The screen showed her unconscious, naked, with a man beside her. His hands hands roamed over her body, like she had allowed it. It looked staged like she had agreed to it.