Jane The Killer Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

exclaimed Jane, trying to free herself. I let her go immediately, stepping back. "And now, Jane? How do we go on from here?" I asked, angrily. "We don't," replied Jane, trying to show coldness. She tried to show coldness with her gaze, but her eyes were filled with tears. "Look, Daon has told me enough about you to know that you're the type who hooks up and doesn't get attached, the type who is with a different girl every day and then doesn't even remember their names. Isn't that right?" said Jane, with a cold voice.

I instructed firmly. ******* I sat at the dining table, my attention shifting from the plate of roasted fish in front of me to Jane, my housekeeper, as she approached. Her demeanor exuded deference, her eyes averted in a display of respect. "Yes, Jane, I called you," I acknowledged her presence, my voice calm yet purposeful. I knew her abilities extended beyond her role as a housekeeper. My late mother had spoken of her past as a skilled serial killer, a talent she possessed.

I arrived at the building. “Teddy, I want you to alert everyone. I need back up here. Find Nicholas and Carmine, but do not kill them. I will kill them myself,” I declared as I drew my gun from my car's glove compartment and exited the vehicle. Just wait for me, Jane. I’ll save you. There's no way you're going to die tonight. . . . [JANE]

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.

She doesn’t even know what’s gotten into her for helping them, maybe this could be a trap to lure her and steal. He raised an eyebrow at her attitude, “How will I know you’re not some crazy murderer or what.” She closed her eyes and pursed her lips, getting pissed at him for treating her like this. “My name is Jane, and I’m a nurse at the community hospital, and if I am a murderer, like what you’ve said, I should have killed you the moment you’ve welcomed me in this house. Do you want my help or not? cause I’m a very busy person, I don’t have all day for this.”

Staring at him she heard him say, “Now take my hand and take me inside. You know you should welcome me properly right?” She didn’t want to do that. Why would she ever want to touch him? How dare he even think that she would want him back in her life after all that he had done. But to her surprise she felt a pressure on her hand and not leaving eye contact she slowly moved her hand up to his, feeling the pain from the exertion she was putting on her own mind to try and defy him. Was she always like this? Was this truly who she was? What happened to the killer that didn’t fear anyone?

Then she brings out a bomb trying to blow DC because of zombies that were there. Johnson want to rush down from the van and stopped her but Jane held him back and told him not to do that! Johnson asked about that child that is crying. "I don't care!" Jane replied. He looked at Jane surprisingly. "You don't care?" Johnson repeats her words. In a rush… He opened the van door immediately. But then; Jane pointed a gun at him… Ready to kill. Johnson laughed and said I trust you. You can't do it then he get down from the van to stop Casandra.

When Stephanie got to Joe’s room, he was eating. “Steph, come and join me.” He offered. “I just ate.” Stephanie replied and sat down in the sofa waiting for him. When he was done, they got down to business. He told Stephanie everything he found out. Jane didn’t pay any one to kill her children , she sent Jorge, her lover to do it. Joe gave her intimate photos of Jane and Jorge that he had taken, and the recording of their phone calls.