Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Backstory

We still had that talk between us. "Are you planning to get yourself drunk at my party? "If that is what it will take for me to forget about Dahlia and everything that happened here tonight" "You know that I can speak about it that whoever speaks About it will be killed off" "You don't have to do all that, I am sure boy Many people will remember it except they want to be punished by me as well" Jeff was another werewolf who was feared in the pack, he was strong and knew how to handle situations when I was gone, I admire Hon a lot for always being there even when I didn't ask for it.

Her granny was her injured father’s biological mother, was she not? Since he could sink so low as to kill his own mother, was he even human? The police officer’s eyes became hostile when he looked at Jeffery. “I didn’t.” Jeffery denied it anxiously. “Someone framed me.” “Fine, keep on saying that. Anyway, that case was settled three years ago. I have no idea how Rebecca got both of you out. It doesn’t matter as long as you both have a clear conscience.” A forced smile flashed across Catherine’s face.

However, at this moment, a few comments quietly slipped into the discussion, causing some chain reactions. "Do you know who this Jeffrey is?" Everyone was curious. "According to insiders, Jeffrey was Sophia Kirkman's bodyguard for many years, and the Beckett family was aware of it." "What? Sophia Kirkman's bodyguard?" "I also heard that Jeffrey has a complex background. He used to be a mercenary in Tsulu, killing people. But when he started working for Sophia, his past was whitewashed. "He even infiltrated the Beckett Group for so many years. Hehe! The rich are really something else. Even their bodyguards bring guns to work.

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

“Who did this to you? To Bridgette?” I took a nice deep breath. Told myself to be steady enough to share the horrifying encounter. Truth. “Zarion, my Grandmama…” I managed to say, my voice trembling with grief. His face contorted with shock and anger as he urged me to continue. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he kissed my hand. A sign for me to take everything slowly. “What about your grandmother?” Struggling to hold back my tears that just let its presence known in front of Zarion, I whispered, “My grandmother's dead. They killed her. Valerie and Aneliesse Cavitt confirmed it. Hestia confirmed it.”

"—and you're basically the only person who doesn't treat me like I'm fragile." "I knew it. That's totally me." Dante looked smug. "What about me?" Kael's voice was quiet. Jeffrey turned to him, and his expression shifted—became almost apologetic. "I... I've never met you." The words fell into the room like stones. "I only know the things Dad and Uncle Dante told me about you," Jeffrey continued carefully. Kael's face didn't change. He just nodded slowly. "That's because I probably died. Isn't it?"

The gentlemanly sports tycoon was, in fact, a demon who devoured people whole. After kidnapping countless young men in their late teens, he set his sights on me, just before my engagement. Five years ago, my fiancé, Lorenzo, was his first victim. I survived the assassination attempt, but I lost him. And during the fight, I suffered a severe head injury. My condition worsened day by day. But Silas was a king of the underworld. My pleas for justice went nowhere; every report I filed vanished, and my efforts were met only with assassination threats from Silas himself.

"The body was gone." Nobody spoke. Nobody breathed. Even the rain outside seemed quieter. "The body was gone," Adrian repeated. "Victor was gone too." Quinn stared. "What about Mark?" Adrian swallowed. "Mark was still there." The room froze, because that changed everything. For years Adrian had believed Mark died. But according to his own memory, Mark survived. Victor survived. The body disappeared. And somebody removed every trace of what happened. Then Damian suddenly spoke. "What if that's why the killer is targeting everyone now?"

“Easton, you’re vicious! If Hugh hadn’t stepped in to remind me, I would have believed your lies! “You were putting up an act with Aunt Lydia previously, and now, you’re still cursing my dad? “Just wait and see. I won’t let you win!” She spoke viciously, but I was not listening. All I could think of was Luther’s ashen face underneath the white cloth. I did not expect Hugh to be the drunk driver who killed Luther. I could not help but lunge at Hugh. I wrapped my hands tightly around his neck. “Easton, you’re mad!”

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.