Jason Killer Novels & Stories

Four’s POV. Jason smiled when he said it. That was the part I memorised. Not the words themselves. I had heard variations of threats my entire life but the smile. Controlled and measured. As if he had just placed a chess piece and was waiting for me to notice. “And I can tell you who his killer was.* He said again, glass suspended mir-air, anger liquid catching the low light. “If you helped me get Veronica back.” He wanted a reaction. Men like him lined up for reaction. I stood.

I had a special love for him because of his loyalty and commitment. The werewolves have bitten off more than they can chew because I am not going to let this one slide. It is going to be a life for ten lives. Then one of them would be going down for Jason. I went ahead to ask Tracy K how they killed him and what they discovered about his death. "Jason remains a brave member of our team. We found his body full of bruises, and then the autopsy said that he killed himself. It was probably because he did not want to snitch on us," Tracy K explained.

Jason saw looking at them, he got this opportunity to play his last card here. "You killed my father Brandon, …you are a killer, a fucking monster, a mafia man…you just to illegal work to empower yourself. You killed people just to satisfy your hunger……You are just a criminal….." Jason screamed purposely. He knows his end is near, but he wanted to take revenge also. And this damage he was going to do for him today. Claire's body got frozen on hearing his words. She shot open her eyes. "Yes, Yes, ….Im the mafia king of this country. And you were supposed to obey me but you didn't. So you deserve to get a very painful death today…..Im Bratt don't forget" Brandon said. Jason smirked in his mind

Yeah, she could probably kill me just as easily as Six, but her attitude made me want to slap the smug smile from her RBF. She walked around to a set of stairs that led to a second story balcony to the right of us. It was much smaller than the deck we were on, only able to hold a few tables and was probably the smoking area at one time. “Jason is dead,” Six said, his gaze never leaving her. One stopped in her tracks and glanced over to Six. “You found him?” “He was killed the same way as Three, Four, and Eight.” She continued, stopping on the middle balcony and staring down at us. “The killer must be close. Do you think it was a team?”

With a movement of his wrist, Thomas's body fell to the ground softly and he no longer made any sound. Jason's expression did not change. As for the remaining four people, he killed them the same way. At last, the five people lay dead on the cold ground. Jason's expression changed slightly as he took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it gently by his lips. He needed to calm down. This was the first time he had killed someone after losing his memory. As for whether he had killed someone before, he did not know. But at that moment, there was a belief in his heart that he had to kill him, or he would be in more trouble in the future, so he did it without hesitation.

He looked at Charlie before he begged pathetically, “Charlie…please let me off…I’m already in such a miserable state now, so please just let me live. I’m begging you, Charlie. Please…” Jason continued crying as tears ran down his cheeks. Charlie shook his head before he said in a cold manner, “I’ve already told you that you’re about to die today since you set your sights on my wife and actually had dirty thoughts about her! The reason why I didn’t kill you immediately is because I wanted you to feel despair!” Jason panicked and he quickly said, “You…you…aren’t you afraid that someone would find out that you killed my father and I? Don’t you know that my family is very powerful? Someone will

“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

Kenny Giddings asked sharply. “Yes,” I said, smiling. “He had his glasses, which is what makes it all so very interesting. Jason’s dream was very important. He dreamed that he had committed suicide. That is to say he was alone in a room and was found there with a Browning 9mm automatic by him and no one entered or left the room at the time that the majority of you heard the shot and therefore believe it was suicide.” “Yes,” John Kately said. I shook my head. “Why didn’t Jason Barker allow me to go into his study? What was in here that he didn’t want me to see?”

Yvette followed along because Jason was worried someone would target her. In the car, Jason said, “I have something to tell you. Guy is dead.” Kayson was astounded. “He’s dead?” Jason nodded. “Hmm, it’s said that he got in an accident from drunk driving.” ‘He’s murdered to prevent him from divulging secrets, and that is really merciless. However, a man like him deserves to die because there’s no telling how many evil deeds he committed by taking advantage of his position and power.’ Jason said, “On the other hand, we found a few other doctors with unclear backgrounds, and they have all been gotten rid of.”

Jason said, smiling too, "but yeah, I wouldn't mind some charm of protection over my car. I'd hate to stop driving one of these days and have a hard time hitting the brakes." "or you're spinning into the ocean all by itself." Kylie considered with a shiver. "God forbid." I muttered and turned to Jason, "you said you had your story to tell." I said and he nodded quickly. "why, yes. I do." Jason said, and sat up, cleared his throat, "I was out and about right?" "as always." I murmured and he just waved away my friendly remark. "So I was out and about, and took a detour to that house with that local family who got killed and their eyes gouged out."