Jane The Killer Real Face Novels & Stories

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.

"What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—" "Yes Jester, yes I am me. Your wife and... your ex-wife, " Jenny said boldly as she undressed her fake facial surgery. The look that Jester had loved for so long was really an impostor. Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart.

The mocking and insult I endured through all the years have been with him, I'm the one who should be on his bed not that bitch she screamed. Jane was startled by her reaction and doesn't know what she means she was the one to be his woman" "Relax and breathe in well Jane muttered as she tried to calm her down, she was speechless that the girl was down. She was in pain as she was. But the desire to kill him was on her face. She was not the kind girl she thought she was. Something was off about her, her gray and faded skin but she still managed to look beautiful and healthy."

It was Jane and another strange man who seemed to have tattoo on his face. "Good day once again resident of Gold City, If you are just joining us, then we are glad to have you. Here with us is detective Jane and the criminal who has terrorized Gold city for years" the presenter stated. Mayor Johnson couldn't believe his eyes; Jane had finally caught the assassin and it was shocking that it took her only a day.

“One tiny puff of air, and the whole thing comes crashing down.” I realized something then. The photos wouldn’t have to be doctored. Not if they weren’t of me. “You didn’t?!” I asked Jane, outraged. She shrugged. “He’s not terrible-looking. And he’s so sweet. Gullible really. Such a good little scapegoat.” “You are a monster,” I said.

“THIS IS REALLY THE FIRST… R-REALLY THE FIRST…. FIRST TIME WE SAW EACH OTHER, M-MA’AM!” Andrea’s eyes thinly narrowed as she murmured with uncertainty. “Really? But why do I feel like I already saw you somewhere? It’s weird.” “HA HA HA HA,” Jane let out an excessive laugh. Wiping the cold sweats on her forehead, she responded, “It is because my face is very ordinary. W-When you go outside, there are many women who have this kind of face.” Damiel tilted his head in wonder. There’s no way that a face like Jane is normal. If all women outside resemble her, that means that everyone was blessed with a goddess face like hers. But instead of uttering his disagreement, Damiel chose to stay silent.

Joe turned to the second man, “my wife killer was a red head. Put that into recording.” The artist turned the drawing to face Joe and frowned. “It looks perfect for a normal human eyes.” “Then the killer had a lot of beauty, does it look like a female’s?” “I can’t depict, if I had a glimpse of the lips, I could have known.” Alicia moved her lips. “I didn’t see her lips,” she concluded the attacker was a female, the last two minutes felt like hell. It was so dark.” The room fell in silence.

she laughed out loud, "Well mother knew how to get you out of the house just in time to get the job done." Jane squatted so she could see my face clearly and laugh at me even more, "I killed him. I killed the Alpha king, and I watched him beg and struggle for his life. I watched him curse me as he took his last breath." "You're a monster, you're an evil monster Jane!" I yelled, but she smiled, "Oh, that's not all dear sister, those pictures of you in bed with a man, it was all me. I planned everything." "What did I do to you, Jane."

" Anyway, I nodded following their footsteps. A door was pushed open and I saw an elderly man smiling. Bernard walked me to a chair and sat me down. I was now facing the man. I trembled more as I saw them walk out one after the other. Alonso had left a page for me, telling me that I only needed to ask those questions. I looked at the man with a trembling lip then decided to act brave as I was the only one with the man in the room. "Who killed Jane?" I asked my first question. "Bella Curry," the man bursted into laughed trying to pull his hands.