Jason Killer Novels & Stories

I put my hands over my mouth to suppress the frightened cry that left my lips. I was looking at him, I was looking at my mother's killer. I pressed my eyes closed to calm myself down, and when I reopened them, Jason was already making his way towards Frank with a kitchen knife. I didn't know what was going on in his head; was he about to commit murder? I turned to Antonio, he had his eyes fixed on Jason but he made no attempt to stop him.

Jason let out a grunt and began to walk to the door. My mind reeled as I thought of what he was going to do. Jason, who had killed an overseer, could kill Kael without batting an eye. He didn't care for Kael one bit. Kael would immediately be replaced in the clinic when he died. I couldn't watch him do that.

“Don’t patronize me, Rebecca.” “Oh you’re still pissed I took you off the case.” She replied. “Which you need not worry. The killer is dead.” “So you know who he was?” Jason asked, clearly baiting her. “After some thorough investigation, it was just a nobody.” She replied, taking a sip of her wine. “Who? I would like to know if he was a client of mines.” Janet leaned against the table waiting for her to answer. Baiting for her to answer. Rebecca took her time answering. “Orlando Johnson. Like I said, a nobody.” Her hand reached for her knife as everyone watched her intently.

“Lady Killer Smile, allow me to introduce myself. I am the Alpha of the Gridon pack. My name is Torian Gridon.” "G-Gridon? Like Tyrelle Gawen Giridon!?" I almost bit my tongue after saying two G's in a row, but thankfully I didn't. They do have the same hair color and other facial traits, now that I think about it. Tyrelle's only distinguishing feature is that he has silver and purple eyes. At the mention of Tyrelle, the man beamed proudly. “I see you have met my son?” “Your son!?” I exclaimed and raised my hands in a 'hold up' gesture.

Ashley looked like she was having the time of her life, which makes me wonder if she already knows that I am the one fighting out here today. "It seems you know my name already; what's yours?" I asked as I tried to calm my racing emotions down so I didn't kill the bastard before the combat got started. "My name is Jason and I'm the one that has been fucking your mate since you died. You can see how beautiful and glowing she is looking. Guess what, she said she prefers my cock to yours. So I am here to ensure you remain when you should have been a long time ago, and that is been dead and buried, "the idiot called Jason continued spurring.

“What happened, Eleanor?” “Alpha Killian is going to reject me, that is what happened…”

“And Jason died because you came here.” Kacela held up her fingers. “First, if all shifters are your kind, then you should have taken care of your kind yourself instead of having me do it. Where were you when Raul Applet was terrorizing LA? Or when Joe Tippin was killing his way through New Mexico?” She scoffed. “Don’t tell me that all shifters are your kind.” She held up her second finger. “And second, Jason didn’t die because I came here. Jason died because Jones hired a rogue wolf to kill him. And I killed that rogue wolf.” She looked at him with distain. “Get your facts right.” Nellie stepped forward. “Is it true that the rogue wolf was your father?” I looked at her with tha

"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.

“I eventually was out of options so I went to someone I thought could help me. I went to Michael Scott. He was responsible for Carter’s death, but he also had a good reason for it. The night Carter died one of Mike’s men had let me go, so I felt they might be able to help. Mike called Jensen to come from New York to help. Jensen was the one that let me go that night, but at first, he hated me because Carter was responsible for his fiance’s death.” I watched Cornelius and Felix taking everything in. “So who is this man that is after you and why?” Cornelius asked. I nodded and continued my story. “I found out that the man that is after me is Joseph King. Apparently, he is a very big gangster i

“What is it?” He turned slowly, his face pale. “It’s… my father. He’s gone.” Her lips parted. “Gone?” He handed her the screen. She read. Her eyes widened. Relief. Shock. Something close to grief. She whispered, “After everything… just like that?” Jason nodded numbly. “The man who destroyed everything… who tried to shape me into his puppet. The man who called himself The Architect.” He swallowed hard. “Dead. Before he even faced trial.”