Jeff The Killer Cute Novels & Stories

“Sarcasm is my defense mechanism, so…shut up.” One corner of his mouth twitched up. “I should punish you for that.” “Yeah, Mr. Killer, what are you going to do?” “Hmm.” He looked around the room as he tried to come up with something. “I could fuck you.” “Pfft, that’s no punishment.” “No, but I just killed five guys and now I want to fuck your brains out.” My brow scrunched. “Is that a side effect?” “I guess you could call it that.”

“Well, wasn't it broadcast everywhere, on all the television channels? I'm sure you've watched it. Jeff died because he fired a gun at his own heart.” “No, you said Jeff was shot, not committed suicide.” Shanon narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You killed him." Calvin raised his face to face the cabin ceiling, his hands on his hips and he stood with his back to Shanon. He smiled at first, but suddenly that smile turned into a very loud and discordant laugh. He laughed in front of Shanon like a psychopath who had just been caught in the act of committing a crime. “Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.”

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

Jeff said while defending his brother. Unlike Jeff….. Josh has brown hair and not ack hair. His hair is short and was cut into a Pompadour style. His skin glitter, but not like that of Jefferson because Jefferson seems like a girl due to his skin color and long hair…. While Josh is the opposite of Jeff. "I thought you didn't have any siblings". "I do. But….. I just don't tell people to think which are not going to benefit them". He replied, before shifting his gaze towards my orange juice. "So what brings you here?".

Jeffrey, watching my body buzz around the lobby like a headless chicken, couldn't help but curve his lips into a sharp smirk. “What the fuck is so funny to your eyes?” “My face smiles because my lips want to,” Jeffrey says, spreading his hands wide as he arches a brow playfully. But the movement inadvertently pulls at the stitched wound on his skull, which immediately stiffens his grin into a painful grimace. I point my finger straight at the thick bandage on his head. “Laughing too hard can bite your own flesh back, buddy! Did Brooke’s claws give your skull that nasty wound before you fled?”

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

And exhilarating. I pushed Miller aside. My arm still bleeding, I walked toward the enraged families. "As long as I don't reveal how I did it, the FBI can never convict me, right?" I smiled. "What a shame. I killed your precious sons and grandsons. Crushed their finger bones, one by one." "But I can still walk around in couture, drink the most expensive champagne, and live my life just fine." Someone threw a foul smelling shoe that hit me hard in the face.

Svetlana pressed her hand harder against her mouth, feeling her ragged breaths collide with her cold skin. She couldn’t scream. She couldn’t make a single sound. Her lungs burned, and her heart pounded against her ribs like a war drum. The man’s body lay only feet away, blood spreading across the stone floor. The killer, meanwhile, remained calm. Utterly still. With the poise of someone who had killed before. And wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Svetlana tried to get a glimpse of his face, but from where she was, it was impossible.

She didn’t know why but she finds what jeff says so funny. “A changed man? Oh common Jeff, a chameleon will always be a chameleon and a rat will always be a rat, the same way a cheater will always be a cheater and a liar will always be a liar and a betrayer will always be a betrayer” Hannah spat as she clenched her fist together.

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?