Jane The Killer Story Novels & Stories

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

he says urgently and Erica stood up alarmed. "What?How!"she asks desperately "Kaleb just called me,he is already on his way there" Okay I am confused what are they talking about. "What are you guys talking about?What is wrong with Jane?" I say my heart beating wildly "She has gone back to Texas. She is not supposed to be there after she tried to kill herself over there"Erica cries "Wh... What!kill her.. herself "I stutter

"Do you remember the accident? The one that made you start limping for a while? My entire body tensed. "I caused it," She whispered like she was sharing gossip. "I loosened the bolts on your car myself. I wanted you hurt. Just not dead. Not yet." My throat closed up. "You... you tried to kill me?" "Oh, please," she rolled her eyes, "you didn't die. You just walked funny for a few weeks. Nothing serious." I stared at her in horror, my mind racing. Why? Why would she do something that evil? I always knew she hated me but not this much.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

"The victim was sixteen. She testified against him. There was medical evidence. There were witnesses." "And yet?" "The case collapsed." "Why?" "One witness suddenly changed their statement. Evidence disappeared. His lawyer produced enough doubt to get him acquitted." I stared at the photograph again. "What happened to the girl?" Helena's expression hardened. "She couldn't live with what happened." My fingers tightened around the file. "She's dead?" Helena nodded and I closed my eyes briefly. "How?" "She took her own life." Silence filled the room and I looked down again.

Jane replied. She knew the moment Hudson knocked on the door because the big guy in the kitchen jerked his head turning toward the sound. Jane was in the process of standing up and drawing her taser when the unexpectedly swift movement of their quarry startled her. Instead of heading cautiously toward the front door like they had anticipated, he turned and hurtled toward the kitchen window where Jane sat crouched. She stood as he flung the window open, and drew her weapon. He was busy climbing through the window into the dark, rainy night when Jane announced her presence. "Stop!" she snapped holding the weapon on him as much as she could in the tiny cramped space. "I'm private investigator J

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.

Jane face suddenly green and white. Jane Tong stood up, stood up straight, Wang Butler was about to walk up, she waved her hand towards him, "It's fine, I haven't seen Mrs. Jane for a long time, Mrs. Jane just told me a joke." Butler Wang nodded and retreated to a safe distance again without a word. Only then did Jane Tong redirect her sight on Mrs. Jane's body, slightly hooking her lips, "You telling me this matter only proves me even more - Jane Tong, a murderer of ten evils."

Jane had decided to spend her lunch break there, hoping a moment of peace among books might quiet the storm in her mind. She pushed open the heavy wooden doors, stepping into the warm, quiet interior. The faint smell of old pages and polished wood greeted her, and she let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding. As she walked toward the reading area, her thoughts raced. She replayed Dr. Chen’s findings, the victims’ photos, the taunting patterns of the killer. Why brides? Lost in thought, Jane didn’t notice the man stepping into her path until it was too late. Her coffee cup collided with his chest, the lid popping off and sending a cascade of steaming liquid over his leather jack