Jeff The Killer Cute Mga Nobela at Kwento

“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.”

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.

"Go to hell you little pissant. Do you have any idea the shit storm you're bringing down on that bitch and yourself?" I looked at him and laughed. Then I leaned down into his face with the plastic bimbo's tits smacking into the back of my head. "Oh I've been to hell Jeffy. I've lived there while you lived like a king. But you're wrong there is no shitstorm coming for Claire or me." The pounding of those fake tits on my head was irritating so I turned my attention to the girl. "Are you enjoying yourself there slut?" "No! Jefferson doesn't have enough of a cock for anyone to enjoy."

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

I'm not even sure how to describe him. “Where to start, oh gosh. His name was Adam, and he was the definition of tall, dark, and sexy.” I say giving Audrey big eyes, and fanning my face dramatically. “He was very forward, not shy about telling me what he was thinking or what he wanted.” “Oh, I bet not,” she says wiggling her brows and giggling. “I wish you got pictures of these boys, Kat, so we could compare both your options.” I roll my eyes, drinking down the rest of my coffee.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Kevin looked at him. 'Aiden right?' He looked Aiden up and down. 'Not bad. But don't think you're dragging me down.' Aiden still was quiet. Kevin scoffed and looked away. 'I can do a quick kill and hide your body if you think of crossing paths with me. Don't dare me, I'll do it,' he looked Aiden squarely in the face, his eyes challenging. The side of Aiden's lip tilted upwards in a smirk. 'I'd probably kill you first but I hear ya,' he replied to the challenge. Kevin looked at him, he too smiled. 'Yeah?'

It made him look even more adorable. “What's wrong?” Cylo looked at Jeff cynically because he had been staring at him all this time. Jeff just chuckled. This sweet guy still seemed very wary of him. “Nothing, I just think you’re cute when you eat.” Cylo was silent for a moment, then he continued his breakfast. His face turned a little red. “I-I'm like this when I eat.” Jeff chuckled again because he found Cylo's behavior very adorable. And suddenly, he remembered that today he wanted to take this cute hitman for a walk around his headquarters.