Jeff The Killer Cute Novels & Stories

"I’ve always been the odd one." She looked at him. "How is he? My twin, I mean. Does he look like me? Is he… tough to deal with?" Grandpa Lu picked up his own stone and threw it as well. "His name is Jeffrey. We call him Jeff. You take after your mum, same eyes, same smile, but Jeff? He looks exactly like me when I was younger. Sometimes it feels like looking into a mirror. I loved him from the first moment I held him. He was only a few days old when I came back from a business trip, and the moment I carried him, something shifted inside me. He’s smart, always top of his class. Brave, thoughtful, and charming, and very handsome, just like you’re beautiful."

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.

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

“Boss Tom, it looks like he won’t be able to take it.” “Carry on.” Thomas’ tone was cold without any emotions. The God of War’s ruthlessness had instantly fired up. One slap after another, and one punch after another. Jeffy was beaten up for about five hours. Jeffy was beaten up so much that his face was distorted, and the floor was full of blood. “Kill… Just kill me…” Jeffy said with his last breath. It was only at this time that he realized what pain meant, and what the living hell was. Instead of being beaten to death like this, he preferred dying straightaway.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

My Jeff. Maybe if he had been looking normal, I would have found it hard to believe that he was real, but he had clearly been beaten. That was Will's signature, alright. Will was nothing but a spineless coward who beat up people, including defenceless women, while he was surrounded by guards who could step in if it looked like he was losing the fight. "I'm so sorry ... I'm so sorry ..." Jeff kept repeating. He was crying. In all the years I had known him, I had never seen Jeff cry. He was the strongest man I knew. A drop of his tear plopped onto my face. It was real as the man who was kneeling beside me and holding my hands in his.

But surprisingly Jeff is good with kids. “Okay, so why don’t we do this, let’s fight over ice cream for now, okay? If you beat me, I will let you date, her, deal?” Jeff says. Kervin stops crying and focuses his attention on what Jeff said. “R-really? D-do they have good ice cream here? And w-will you help me pick a good place for our date?” Kervin asks. “Sure, if you beat me, okay?” then they sealed it with a handshake.

he asked me ”The king has questions for you and you will answer them honestly,” Jeff said and Alpha Robert laughed “Well surely the king is old enough to speak for himself,” he said “Your daughter is here and we want to know what happened to her mother” Jeff cut to the chase realizing that Robert wasn’t intent on being difficult “I killed her,” he said nonchalantly and I balled my hand into a fist struggling to control my tempter as I stared at his arrogant face ”Why, if I may ask?” Jeff asked

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

I scoffed again, and Reiss looked at me, smiling, "What the hell are you doing?" I pouted, "I want circular puffs like yours." "Circular-?" I scoffed again and showed him, "See? Mine looks like a truck, but yours is perfect when you do it. Why's that?" "Because I'm special?" Reiss scoffed again, and it was another beautiful circle. "You scoff like the world hates you, and I scoff like I hate the world." "And that makes a difference?" He shrugged, "I guess? There's beauty in hate, too, especially if you're the one doing the hating."