Jason Killer Novels & Stories

"I only knew Jason's dad was rich and had this popular gym in the middle of the city, but I did not know he once trained Killer. I did not even know that Jason knew who Killer was." Immediately the words tumble off my lips, my mind reels back instantly to Killer's degrading words to me that Saturday night at Panther Claws. How he called me a slut and looked at me like he wanted to tear me apart. Did he know that I was Jason girlfriend!? Did that asshole fucking tell him who I was when we were dating!? Fuck. "Guys, we have to do something about this." Marco's voice cuts into my thoughts. "Killer is dangerous, and whatever brought him to our school is definitely a dangerous reason as well."

The information slammed through me like a moving truck jerking me out of my goddamn mind. This was worse than I thought. “My God. Jason, is a demon.” I glared at Marde. “Jason killed Kain! That bastard killed Kain, and you kept the secret this whole time? You’re a killer, just like him.”

"Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this case is straightforward." He began pacing slowly. "The defendant had both motive and opportunity. She was actively searching for the deceased on the night of his death. She was the last known family member attempting to locate him and it is well known that she ran away from her home at an early age." He looked towards my direction. "And before the end of this trial, we shall prove beyond reasonable doubt that Dr. Karma Kuntz murdered her father." He returned to his seat. "The State calls Mr. Viktor Schneider." A middle-aged man in an expensive charcoal suit approached the witness stand. He took the oath before sitting.

“I know somebody that can help us with this. Actually his desire to kill Kieran would help us achieve a lot of things.” “Who is that?” “Jason Pierre.” I’m very sure I have had nothing to eat or drink but still I was confused. “Jason Pierre? I have never heard that name in my life. How is he supposed to help us if he is not known? Kieran wouldn’t even bat an eyelid to end him.” “Oh,that’s what you think. Jason is Selena’s younger brother. He’s way smarter than Selena and extremely cunning. Most of the tasks he has taken, no matter how close, he has never been caught.”

“That he made sure Jason got what he deserved.” My brows furrowed. “He made sure Jason got what he deserved?” I repeated. Her eyes met mine. “While I was sitting there with him, I got a call from Jessica.” “Jason is dead,” she whispered. “Dead? How?” I asked, surprised. “He was stabbed in prison last night,” she continued. “An inmate attacked him during recess.” I stood up slowly and sat beside her again. “Julian orchestrated his murder,” she said. I turned to her. “What?”

" '03 ranted, trying to buy time as he started thinking of what to do. If the man wasn't an assassin, how good could he be at combat? "Jason. My son's name is Jason. He killed him at an orgy last year." Shit! It was one of those deaths. Too many of them had happened. How was he supposed to know which one of them was named Jason? Nobody attends an orgy with their real name in the first place. "First tell me where his body is and I will make his death quick." He offered. "Sir. I think you got the wrong guy. Rolph has never killed anyone during an orgy."

“And if you do not, I will make what you have done visible enough that no one can pretend it was accidental.” Jason’s eyes had gone small and sharp with something like calculation. He’d been a predator in his way; he’d assumed he could stall, charm, bribe, or redirect. None of those options applied right now. He reached for an ally he thought nearby—some legalistic shadow or supportive rumor—and found only the truth in the hall and the bright, terrible light eating at his skin. “You think you can kill me?” he managed, finally, venom leaking into the syllables as bravado tried to steady his voice.

“You just admitted you killed him,“ “Yes, I did. But whoever wrote this is trying to make me look sinister and monstrous. They're insinuating that I've lost my mind!“ “Well, you have. You fucking have!“ Jason ruffled his hair in distress. “How do you not listen?!“ “I killed him for Hara. Not because I was in a blood rage, or because I'm beginning to lose my shit over the recent flood disaster. Whoever wrote this wants to make me look bad before my people!“ “And it worked!“ Jason flared up. “Listen to the chaos downstairs. Your Father will be up here any minute demanding an explanation. What are you gonna tell him?“ “The truth,“ “Wait,“ Jason adjusted in his chair. “You're gonna tell your fat

Zade's voice was the next thing I heard, it felt like he was talking from the other side of the room, "Get out of that penthouse and run." And then the call ended. Jason must have heard what Zade said because suddenly he was sitting on the bed and trying to go on social media to know what happened. I tried calling the number again, multiple times but no one answered. Jason finally got to the page of the news station that had posted about him. ".....Mr Jason Newman, whom his wife, Mrs Isabella Wells, a well known fashion designer with one of the best fashion store was involved in her own saga earlier, has been found as the mastermind of the killing of the young James few years ago...."

Zoey must’ve suffered at their hands. Soon, a black Porsche Cayenne stopped in front of Jason. He got into the car. “Give me the information about the Jenners,” he said fiercely. A bodyguard passed some documents to him. Jason scanned through the documents and sneered. Robert had become very careful and hadn’t invested much the last few years few years. It made sense. His riches were not supposed to be his. He could lose them very easily. Jason massaged his temple and put down the documents. There was a scar on his brow bone. It was a scar from prison. He could only be here today because of this scar. He had to be merciless to protect those he wanted to protect. He had already become a kille