Jeff The Killer Backstory Novels & Stories

Cierce asked, concerned. I nodded slowly. “It's not exactly a nightmare, more like a memory.” Cierce's expression turned serious. “What memory?” I took a deep breath before sharing. “Before we reached the pack, we were with Caleb. We found out that he was one of those responsible for the boys' kidnapping.” Cierce's eyes widened in surprise. “How do you mean, one of those responsible? Were there others?” I nodded, reliving those dark memories. “Jeff was involved too. I found him on the roadside, but unfortunately, he was killed.”

he said, "Please sir, Jeff Montero killed my parents, they were the miller family, I opened up the case to have him arrested and am gathering evidence, if you were with him when that happened please I need your help, this is the only chance I have to make sure that man pays for his sins" Steve desperately explained

"It wasn't love at first sight but after all, I was destined to fall for you. Jane…I am a con artist and I approached you with such intention. I knew you were Janet Clinton; Clinton Cole's daughter from the onset… of course, I did some background checks. I wanted the fun and I needed the dough." Jane groaned and her tears spilled. The truth was too painful to bear. Jeff left his seat and moved closer to her. "I'm... I mean... It's all in the beginning, you are so dare to me now and I…" "You wanted fun and the dough? Is that why you did that to my friend? Lisa Peterson! She is all I have but you crushed us!" Jane yelled bitterly. "What!?" Jeff yelled and staggered slightly. He fidgeted and to

"Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!" Once again, Jason's words amused Jeffry to the point of laughter. He was happy to have made Jason angry, especially if he lost. "You want to threaten me?" Jeffry sighed. "You should realize who the real killer is. And ... you gave Emily that name, huh? Or did you deliberately take Emily from the orphanage because you thought she looked like the deceased—" "Enough, Jeffry! I swear I won't forgive you if you dare to bother or touch Emily with your filthy hands!"

“But it was your jurisdiction at first. I need to know what Bohman found. Those thugs killed Bohman because he was working for me, Jeff. We saw Tsezar and Natasha Ivanka at a swanky fundraiser last night. Tsezar knew about Bohman’s death.” “What did he say?” “Nothing incriminating. He was intentionally vague, but he nearly admitted to killing Bohman.” “You shouldn’t get anywhere near a man like that, Wil.” “Like the men I work with every day? Like Senator Peterson? I’m in the fighting ring, Jeff.” “Are you safe?” “Yes. I’m at Richard’s home under the watchful eyes of a dozen security guards.” Jeff sniffed. I could picture him with a snarl on his face. He hated criminals like Tsezar. It was w

He's no more the man I once knew. "What are you doing here?" Jeff asked, his tone confirming his identity. "Jeff," I began, unsure of what exactly to say next. I needed him to talk, to confess all his crimes. "Why?" "Damn you, you ruined my life, the whole Marino family did," he spat out. "What are you talking about? You've been working with me for years; you were good at your job." "Exactly! I had to keep up appearances for years," he exclaimed, slamming his cuffed hands down on the table between us.

Jeff was considered a highly respected member within the hierarchy of the shifter culture and so it was accepted that he was honourable and reputable. If Jeff found his mate only for her to die, it would send him into an unstable mental state that had no sure outcome as it could end only in a few ways. If his pack is strong enough to pull him from his funk, he could become a feral rogue or he could end up killing himself or others in the process. “Alright, I’ll get what I can and see if I can make any sense of it.” Rolo nodded respectfully now to each and disappeared into the office looking for Jeff.

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

"The lollipop was sweet," Heidi said bitterly. "But it was bitter too. Bitter enough to ruin lives." I ignored the devastated students and left the exam venue with Mom. After we got home, I looked at her curiously. "Mom, why was Jeffrey so obsessed with targeting me? The way he talked at the end didn't seem like simple jealousy over money." That was the part I never understood. Mom handed me a file folder. After I read the documents inside, everything finally clicked into place.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."