Jane The Killer X Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

She moaned as her body reached its breaking point. *** John Grant slumped against the wall outside the interrogation room. Jolene Knowles had willingly confessed to the murders of Diane Walker and Suzanne Lee — even detailing how she’d lured each of them to the basement or restroom before bludgeoning them to death and stapling their eyes out of sheer jealousy. But she profusely refused to confess to the murder of Irana Long.

"Just ask him the fucking question!" "Fine, Jesus! Who's the new Don?" Miguel grinned. "He goes by the name Don X and he's going to kill all of you motherfuckers." Enzo's mask barely flickered. I looked up at him expectantly. "That all I need," He stated. He nodded at Luca and before I knew what was going on there was a Bang! And then I'm covered in Miguel's blood. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

I told them that Glendy would be arriving tomorrow afternoon, and we would pick her up at the airport. “Jenn, She met her family?” asked Haressa. “Yes. And they are doing okay there.” “That's good!” Lie replied. It's dinner time, and we're currently at the restaurant inside the hotel. Full of news and about the death of Jeff's mistress. “There are numerous killers now, even though the sun is still bright, they aren't afraid to kill,” said a customer. “Maybe the real wife hired the killer to kill the mistress!” said a woman.

Blood knew blood. "Everyone! Leave us." I sat back in my chair as the guards and servants exited the conference room. The sound of the door closing echoed after them. We were alone, and Joseph's expression looked like it was made of rock. "No matter what you think, you will never be funny to me, Kal. Now, stop playing games—" "You are the only one who's had the luxury of playing games since day one! Jane killed Father and framed the breeder for it. How sick, Joseph? God..."

checked Thane hard into the goal post. Jealousy. Pure, sick jealousy. Jaxon had been in Thane's shadow his entire career. When Thane was poised to win the Stanley Cup, to reach heights Jaxon never could, he'd snapped. The investigator had done the work the system refused to do: phone pings, CCTV pulls, a web of small paid hands that led to Ellie and Jaxon like the tail of a comet. The screen in the waiting area flashed Jaxon’s face, mugshot gray, eyes hollow. Hard to believe that was the man who’d smiled at board meetings.

Jacob was used to seeing scenes like this, but not the torture of a woman. "Keep going! Keep torturing me until you're satisfied!" Jennifer laughed. "I want to know if after this, Nicklaus Hunter will make you his stupid dog again. Everyone will finally know who's behind all this chaos. Nicklaus Hunter... and Eliot Jepson. Elite members of the gl... Aaaaaaahhhh!" And then the screams stopped. "Why did you kill her? Why did you kill my daughter! You bastard!" Alex Harris screamed in rage. The man ran toward David, whose hands were covered in blood and still holding a gun, but... "Don't move! Drop your weapon!"

She chuckled and gagged him up. He struggled with the cuffs and tried to speak but couldn't. Jade cocked her gun again and placed it in his throat as she happily watched the painful protest in his eyes. “Do you know who the devil is now?” Zane tried to free himself. “And this is for my baby.” She pulled the trigger and didn't stop until his head rolled to the floor and she was covered in blood. Jade licked the blood on her lips and turned to Xavier. Her head tilted to the side like a psychopath and her eyes twitched a little.

I needed her to feel it all, to face it all, so she would have the strength to do what needed to be done. "Or was it your dear and loving husband?" I asked, my voice breaking now too, because this was hard, this was cruel, but it was necessary. "The powerful Supreme Alpha who was brutally murdered, his throat ripped apart. They said it was your firstborn son who did it. But it wasn't, was it? It was never Theo." "Haaaa!" Jane screamed, a sound of pure anguish. She began hitting her own head, as if she could beat the truth back out, make it disappear. "Stop it, please! Please stop it! It can't be true! It can't be!"

I tried hard to forget it, but the scene kept playing in my mind like a movie. The house we live in belong to Wayne and I later find out Joe and Wayne are best of friends and also colleagues at work. They both work as mechanics at an Automobile company in the city. They were friends since college days and still remain best of friends even after graduation. The day Joe died, Wayne refused to talk to anyone, he just kept to himself through out the day.

"Big talk for someone who just got here. You think you're gonna solve this in a week?" Jane turned to him, her voice cold. "No, Harris. But I plan to solve it before there's a sixth bride." The room went silent again, the weight of her words hanging heavy in the air. As the briefing wrapped up, Garrison gave Jane a curt nod. "Good work, Michaels. Now get out there and start earning your keep." Jane stayed behind for a moment, staring at the whiteboard. The victims' faces stared back at her, their lifeless eyes frozen in time. Each one had a story, a life cut short by someone who saw them as nothing more than props in their twisted fantasy.