Jeff The Killer Cute の小説・ストーリー

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."

Killian hates cheese. Apparently, he thought crabs love them and got pinched. Okay this is hilarious. I fix my gaze on the boy in the photo. I’ve never imagined Killian being all cute before. In the photo, he’s just a boy. A very innocent, cute boy. Now there’s nothing innocent about him. Nothing innocent about the things he does to me. . . Nor the things he makes my body feel.

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."

Jeffery can hear him. A smirk spread through his lips at the almost ghostly pale face of the teacher. All the teachers have already dealt with Killian so many times. They should know by now that he isn't just all bark and no bite. He has connections with people, shady people who know exactly what some of the teachers want to keep hidden. Mr. Jeffery's pot addiction is just one of those facts that he knows. And he also knows when and how to use them to his advantage.

The third friend says, I still do not know his name, I think I should ask. “That’s fine, I can just buy her one,” Rob says nonchalantly, causing his friend to shrug. “I did not quite catch your name,” I say to him and he blushes. Why are they all behaving like I am a superstar or something? “I’m Jeff,” He says as he runs his hand through his pink-colored hair, which he must have obviously dyed. It looks good on him, and I am a bit inspired to maybe do my own hair like that in the near future.

She turned it on and a google search on Joseph King came up. “I was just trying to figure out who he was and what he was capable of. Jensen, he has done some horrible things and always gets away with it. I just don’t want to lose you. I have already lost my family, I can’t lose you too. Please stay with me in Rome.” I laughed and this upset her more. “Why are you laughing? This isn’t funny.” I stopped laughing and looked at her. “I am laughing because he may be dangerous, but I am worse. He won’t even know what hit him when I am done with him. I can promise you that.”