Jeff The Killer Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Are you incapable of understanding human language? My father is dead. You got him killed. While you were busy taking pictures with that assistant of yours, the kidnappers beat him to death." Dead silence fell outside the door. After a long while, Jeff finally spoke again. His voice carried the faintest tremor—along with even greater disbelief. "You… you're making up stories again? You'd even tell a lie like this just to gain sympathy? Carol, you really disappoint me." Leaning against the door, I closed my eyes. Disappoint him? Who exactly had disappointed whom? "Get lost." "Carol!" "GET LOST!!!" I slammed my foot hard against the door, the impact making Jeff stumble back with a startled cur

His eyes were cold, deadly, and terrifying, but despite the fact that he had just knocked out two of Will's teeth, the man still wasn't taking him seriously. Will spat blood onto the floor and laughed weakly. “So what do you plan to do now? You and I both know I have the upper hand here. This place is crawling with men who would do my bidding in the blink of an eye, and besides, you don’t have the guts to shoot me. It doesn't matter what you do, Jeff. My plans for you will come to pass.” Jeff’s expression didn’t change. “I know you don't intend for Ashley and me to leave here alive, but I swear to God, Will, I’ll gladly drag you to the afterlife with me.”

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

She tugged Jeff’s hands crying hysterically “Jeff, I can’t live with killing someone… oh… Jeff…” “Darling…Shhh!” Jeff coaxed patiently and comforted her till she fell asleep. He rose from the bed with knitted brows. He couldn’t believe those stupid women had the nerve to use his woman as a gun. He was going to make them bleed. He narrowed his eyes as he called a friend who works in the hospital. There were no admissions in the hospital. Jeff hesitated before calling Bryan. “Big bro, can we meet somewhere outside?” “Um” “Can we meet at downtown café?”

Nothing left. Jeff stood there for a second, then muttered, "She really didn't leave me anything." Frank shot him a sharp look. "And who even are you to her? Why WOULD she?" Jeff met his eyes, cold. "Fiancé." Frank scoffed. "Fiancé? You had her and didn't give a damn. Jeff, go die." Then he swung. Fist connected hard with Jeff's jaw. Jeff went down, caught off guard. He wiped his mouth, stared at the blood like it meant nothing.

She whispered, fresh tears clogging her eyes now. "Never." He spat disdainfully. "Take that bastard of yours to its real father. The reporter you have been fucking." For some odd reason, that knowledge made Jeffery feel.... angry "No no no!" She rushed out. "It's not Abel's." "I don't care, Joana. You have complicated my life enough." He sighed now, taking a few steps away from her. "When I came here and stayed in wait for you..." He began, walking towards the sofa to pick up his phone. "I had in mind to kill you. With this gun."

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.

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.

Jeff shouted, “Like you said earlier, because if she finds out I'm rich, she will easily find information about me. And she can find info about Vasha before I can clean up everything!” Jared was stunned by Jeff's last words, “Clean up everything? What do you mean?" "None of your business." Jeff stared at his brother coldly, “You have ruined my whole plan, and this time I still forgive you because you are my brother. But remember this, Jared, don't even try to mess with Deen a bit. He's mine, do you hear that? He is mine, and I will destroy anyone who tries to steal her from me." After uttering his threat, Jeff turned around and left Jared's house with the door thudding behind him.

Gods, I stayed up late into the night fantasizing what that cock could do to me while I fingered myself into oblivion last night. “Stop that, Jess.” I mutter, slapping both hands to my heated cheeks to bring me out of those thoughts. Thoughts that should not be plaguing my mind. Uncle Hunter is my father’s business partner. A long-time friend of his. I should be broken-hearted and mourning my failed relationship, not fantasizing about a man who watched me grow up. Yet, the thought of living here in this mansion, of turning it into my home, still invades my mind.