Jason Sweeney Murder Novels & Stories

Osiris tried to explain as he pointed at me and stumbled on his words. “Ok, whatever.” Jason said as he shook his head and walked around the car. “Does this John Roberts have some significance to you guys? Should I be on the lookout for him?” Kane, Osiris, and I all looked at each other. Kane spoke first, “No, she killed him.” Kane informed Jason as he nodded his head in my direction. “You killed him?” “Yep.” I replied. “Care to elaborate? I am your Beta.” Jason said as he rolled his eyes and sighed.

His hands moved with ease until the TV in the corner caught his attention. "Breaking news. A young woman identified as Sophia Latino, was found dead today. Authorities confirmed she was brutally murdered. The police are actively investigating and vow to bring the perpetrator to justice" Jayson’s hand clenched around the plate tightly. "Elena," he whispered, the name laced with bitter venom. His eyes narrowed as he stared at the screen, anger clouding his thoughts.

Two months later, the court handed down its final verdict. Leon was convicted of intentional homicide and sentenced to life in prison. Sophie, as an accomplice to intentional homicide, was sentenced to 15 years. When the sentences were read, Leon stood in the dock looking hollowed out. He had lost a massive amount of weight. He shot a single glance toward me. It was a look full of hatred and resentment, but beneath it lay an empty bewilderment, like he was asking how he'd ended up like this.

"W-We haven't figured that out yet." "That's a child in your kindergarten. How can you not know who he is?" David quickly ordered the teachers to check. While the officers weren't looking, Esther leaned in close to my ear again. "Eve, you'd better think carefully. If I go down, you won't walk away clean either," she uttered. My heart clenched. I turned to look at her. She was smiling eerily. "Your son gave his hoodie to someone else. That child died. Everyone thought it was your son. Don't you think people might start wondering what really happened?"

The moment Jenny saw him, she yelled, "Stop with your act! You were the one who caused all this! It was all your fault for posting those photos! You were the one who forced Christine into despair!" Jason did not get mad at all. As if consoling himself, he said, "I've already deleted those photos. No one will post them anymore. I have money. I can send her to a better hospital and hire the best doctor. I can help her get treatment." Jenny wiped her tears as she yelled, "What's the point in deleting those photos? It's too late now. You pushed her to her death. What's the use of having money? You can't save her anymore."

"Then tell me what's wrong. There's something eating you up and if it is about Jason , let me know. Do you miss him. I know you felt protected when he was with you . Tell me what's wrong" "Met I was so excited to kill this so called billionaire until I got here. Met. Met.. He ...... Do you .... He is J....Ja....Jason. He's Jason. How can I kill Jason". Lucy said bitterly and Metly froze with shock. She knew it wasn't possible. Jason was Lucy hero so how can he maltreat women. "How come?".

Once she was gone, Alya turned to Jason. “What happened?” she asked. “You look very worried.” “Jenna’s dad is dead.” There was a long stretch of silence between them as Alya tried to process the news. Jenna’s father was dead? “They say it was a heart attack but I know James Park better than anyone,” Jason went on. “He did not have any heart problems. I’m guessing what Cain is also suspecting. It’s Heath Seo. He must be behind this.” “But why will he kill his own uncle?” Alya asked.

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...."

I will make sure you regret this' Dante thought to himself angrily. He dialed Jason Hill's number. Jason answered the call on the fifth ring, as if he is intentionally testing Dante's patients. "If its not the Dante Volcov. The boss of Creekwood and Montana. What can I help you with today?" Jason inquired in a mocking tone. "Jason, Where is Serene?" he demanded. Knowing Jason, Dante is sure that Serene wouldn't have been handed over to the local authorities. "Ha ha" Jason laughed at Dante. "Dante, I heard your wife killed someone. She got arrested. I am afraid you cannot meet her. She has murder charges on her after all" Jason drawled.

But it was meant only for objects. I checked the time. More than an hour had slipped by. The drive to the Hawks’ would take forty-five minutes. I had time, but patience was thinning fast. “I think I know who you should become,” Max muttered. Every eye turned toward him, confusion spreading. Except for Luo and me. While I felt the sting of guilt, Luo only looked stunned. “My sister was Jason’s ex-girlfriend,” he said flatly. “Jason killed her. Along with Williams.” The air curdled. Faces twisted with disgust. Sympathy washed toward Max.