Jeff The Killer Brother Novels & Stories

“But there’s an update on your brother’s death.” The word brother hit harder than it should have. My jaw tightened. I dragged in smoke, slow and controlled. “What update?” I asked flatly. “I thought you idiots cleared his death of any scheme. You told me it was clean. Drunk driver. No connections.” I had earlier suspected the Hunters Brotherhood. Our rivals. Manhattan’s other apex predators. They were always pushing at our borders, always testing our patience, but we had a treaty. No touching a finger on family or lovers or children.

“And two, I hate your brother.” Patrice narrowed her eyes on him. She understands why Jillian hated her. But this man, why did he hate her brother? Jacob smirked at her. “You see, we live in the mafia world. Me, Kim Jajeoong, being the leader of DBSK and your brother, being the leader of BigBang.” “What are you talking about?” “You don’t know?” Jacob asked. “You don’t know that your brother is one of the most hated and deadliest Mafia Lord?”

Nyra stared at the screen blankly for a few seconds before raising an eyebrow, “Why am I looking at a picture of Professor Moore?” Elara turned her head sharply to her friend, tears pooling in her eyes, “That's my brother” Nyra inhaled loudly, the sound harsh in the quiet of the room, like she’d been punched in the chest. “What the fuck.”

An emotional crowd blocked the road ahead of me, hurling all kinds of garbage in my direction. Camera flashes went off incessantly as various media outlets scrambled to capture my disheveled state. "Kathleen Wilcox, your adoptive parents spent so much energy and money raising you, yet you killed their biological son? You're a demon!" "What kind of ungrateful jerk does something like this? How can you live with yourself after doing something like this?" I remained expressionless, kept my head down, and made no response.

“Brother? Drop the act, you little tart! You must have seduced him with that face of yours.” After that, Kimberly pulled out a voice recorder and said, “Listen to yourself and hear how much of a witch you are!” The sound of my phone conversation with my brother came through the recorder. As my brother’s gentle, affectionate voice echoed, her expression darkened further. The recording was not complete; it only captured a brief moment when my brother and I wished each other “good night.” It would definitely be easy for a stranger to misunderstand that. I was about to explain when her little lackey looked at me with disdain and said, “I’ve never heard Mr. Walker speak so softly to anyone. You r

Even though I knew I was safe with the guards surrounding us, and there was no way a human could pass through the iron bars in front of him, my body knew that he was a killer and wanted to get away from him. Secretly, I was glad. So glad that he killed Drake. “How much what, sunshine?” he drawled. I closed my eyes and sighed. “How much money do you want for killing my brother?” “Oh?” His obsidian eyes lit up, his accent coming through. He wasn’t American. “I killed your brother. Who was it?” “Drake Grant.” Even saying his name filled me with disgust. “He stalked our half-sister and tried to… tried to harass her. Sexually.”

she softly spoke. "But he is my brother, Megan," he replied. "Does it matter?" Megan asked. "Yes it matters," he yelled, "he is my elder brother, no matter how much shit he put me through, what kind of a fucker he is, he is still my brother, my family, my blood and we don't kill someone from the family, we love and protect them no matter what," he concluded. "But Jasper," she interrupted. "I may hate my brother from the core of my heart, Megan, but I love him as well and I have pledged to protect him. So don't ever ask me to kill him, please," he spoke.

Staring at Sean, the man narrowed his eyes, which were filled with murderous desire. "Jeff?" Sean's expression changed. "You are that guy's brother?" "Yes," Jack Smith said. His tone became more furious as he said, "You killed my only brother, my only kin!" "He deserved death." Sean said expressionlessly, "You should know that if you kill someone, you will be killed too." He hadn't killed Jeff but had ordered Diego to imprison the latter for other purposes in the future. However, in his eyes, Jeff was no different from dead.

“The people who killed me name was my brother, named Marcus Vale. Damon Cross.” I didn't bother to mention the other mysterious wolf as I don't know who that person was. And his scent was none that I had ever smell. If my memory served me right, it smelled of leather…and citrus. His eyes flickered just a flash of emption, before he stepped back, knife lowering but not gone. “You know them,” I whispered. “I’m related to one,” he said flatly. I adjusted my position to sit properly, running a hand along the sore line on my throat.

I sat up, took a bottle and drank it all " I want to tell you something else... I know you won't like it." He just looked at me " I met Jeffery!" " Yes, and?" He asked calmly Is this my brother, guys? This is so odd!!! My brother is not this calm!! " He said bad fake stuff about mom and I hit him." " Okay." This is really not my brother!!! Get me my fucking brother back!!! Ohh or let this one, he is nice but I want my brother back!