Jeff The Killer Brother Novels & Stories

“I may have forgotten to mention a few important details before I invited you here. You see, I can't just let her go. Your slut has to pay for what she did to my brother.” “Your brother?” I spit, my brain instantly working out the details as I barely manage to keep the fury out of my voice. “You must be the Cole I've heard so much about. But from what I heard, you’re the one who killed your brother. What was his name again? Ah! Jayden. You killed him right?” “Shut up!” He yells out with a snarl, his gun quivering in his grasp for barely a couple seconds before he steadies his grip on it.

Maya “Peter was my brother, and yeah… you’re the child he had with…” Jeffery took a deep breath, the tip of his nose turning red. “…someone he shouldn’t have been with.” I just stared at him. “She ruined his life. Your mother ruined my brother’s life,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. Well. That was one discovery. “She introduced him to drugs, and that got him killed before you were even three!” His voice broke slightly, and my chest tightened. Jenny stood frozen beside us, completely stunned.

he was indeed stupid, like why didn't he take the hint? "It was Ziora," I said and watched his reaction. Jason seemed like he didn't believe a single thing I just said. "Liar, you are a fucking liar, is that what the rich do? Put the blame on their loved ones?" Jason began laughing like a maniac, I didn't have time to explain. I got up and put the drive on the TV so he could watch exactly how his brother died. "Do you get it?" I turned off the TV and put the drive inside my bag, "You not only helped your brother's killer but also killed someone your brother considered a brother!"

“No, I won't do such creepy shit— I just know things.” “Anyways— I would call you the crazy one here,” he added, “For leaving your father's company in the hands of a man like Ezra while you stay home playing little house wives.” I took in a deep breath trying to digest what he had just said before blurting out my own opinion. “Ezra is–” “A liar,” he said, immediately cutting me off. “And a cheater, and you know it.” My jaw tightened as I stared back at him. “How dare you say such things about your own brother–And how would you know anything about my marriage?”

He commanded. "What if I don't?" I asked, my voice challenging. "Then I have plenty of ways to make you obey." That's what he had said, threatening me with throwing my brother into prison with the evidence he had gathered against him. That day, he dragged me to Layla's home only to find out her whole family was out for a trip. When we returned home, I received a message. [We were too late, Claire. Your brother killed himself.] A picture was attached with it showing my brother lying in the pool of blood, a headphone attached to his ears.

I said spotting out blood from my injured organs through my mouth at his feet. Using the edge of his dagger he slammed it straight into my head causing a great deal of swelling in my brain.But all I did was chuckle. "What is wrong with him?"he asked in disbelief staring back at his groom who shrugged his shoulders. I laughed until I was choking out blood. "You see,all this time while you were telling us about tour family history and tragic story that wasnt all that interesting by the way because we figured it out way before you opened that dirty mouth of yours.We knew Jonathan had a brother,he never said it in clear terms but it was obvious to anyone who had ears that your brother kept refer

"I never wanted to hurt him. I just wanted to be loved the way he was loved. You can't even feel the pain, because you are not him." Jeffery let go of her chin. He stood up slowly. "Love?" He laughed again. The sound echoed through the unfinished building. "You wanted love so you sent assassins after your brother. You wanted love so you tipped the FBI. You wanted love so you tried to destroy everything your father built." He walked around her slowly. His footsteps echoed. "You were never my sister. Every bit of affection I showed you was fake. And now you know the truth. The real Jeffery Rothwell died in that car accident. What happened after that is a story you'll never live long enough to

Remember, he is a playboy and doesn’t give a damn about you as a person. “Hi, I am Olive. Nice to meet you.” I extended my hand. He took it into his large hand and gave me a firm business shake. “Jareth, Melody’s brother. This is my friend Brian.” He motioned to the blonde Abercrombie model beside him. Brian stepped up and also shook my hand. “So, you are Meldoy’s handler?” “I do not need a handler!” Meldoy protested “I am a mature young woman who just so happens to know how to have a good time.”

“Danny Townsend, you’re under investigation for hiring a hitman and corporate crimes. Please come with us.” Danny stared at me, then suddenly sneered. “I can’t believe you set me up, you little brat. You didn’t even spare your own brother. You’ll get what you deserve!” I smoothed my cuffs and said flatly, “Take him away.” A week later, Danny confessed, and Leon was released. When my new assistant brought him to me, I barely recognized the man who’d once been so proud. The car door opened, and a knuckled hand gripped the frame.

If they failed in this, they would be failures as brothers. Jeffrey pondered for a while before opening a chat group named "The Seven". The chat group was currently flooded with messages, most of them sent by Leon Carver, his youngest brother. Celebrity Carver: "Hey, guys, stop playing dead! Look at how my rivals are destroying my reputation! Can you really bear to let that go on?"