Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Fanfiction

At the peak of his anger, Dylan's aura and intimidating presence were fully revealed. Under this invisible pressure, Jeffery unconsciously took a step back. His gaze circled around, finally landing on me. As if finding a target for his frustration, he snarled: "Even if I knew, so what? It's a fact that her mother ruined my family." "It's also a fact that Naomi tried to seduce me." As if remembering something, Jeffery suddenly laughed: "But you know, Naomi's performance in bed is actually quite nice—" The rest of his words were cut off.

" Jeffrey looked back in shock. I was already paralyzed on the floor, and my wrists were still raised high in his cupped hands. "Audrey, what are you talking about?" By now, my lips had bitten purple. Looking at Jeffrey's gradually enlarging face, I recalled the kidnapper's harsh words, "You are a dog of the Chaney family, pestering your master." "Jeffrey, no, Mr. Chaney, I won't pester you anymore. I won't dare anymore." Jeffrey finally realized that something was wrong with my mental condition, and his movements became much gentler, wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up from the ground.

From the moment I said that, I anticipated that Zarion already knew the rest of the story. I swallowed harder than before, looking at him straight in the eye as if my life depends on this confession. “They were having sex, which is normal for them by the way. And I felt hurt. I shouldn’t be hurt! I don’t have feelings for him—” Now, I am sobbing. I glanced at Elliot before fully shifting my body to Zarion. “What’s happening to me, Zarion? I don’t want this. I can’t…I can’t let him affect me like that. I don’t like him!” Elliot grinned at that. I ignored him. “Why is he even my mate in the first place? Can I choose someone else? Can I—Can I choose you instead?” Now Elliot is coughing and if I

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 nodded his head, "She knew before the time." "Before your plan to get rid of Vasha eh?" Jared gave him a questioning look, wondering what Jeff was planning for Vasha. But then he realized that Jeff didn't want to answer his question, "I told you you're very famous, and it's very difficult to hide such information." "I know, I think I'll have a little longer." Jeff grimaced, “Deen was betrayed by her fiancé, and she now thinks I'm as a jerk as her fiancé. I've been trying to explain but she won't listen to me. "

Jefferson:- Who is this? The person replied instantly. Unknown:-It's Tishe😊🍨 I scoffed and face palmed myself. Tishe! That weird pink-a-palooza. I saved her number. Jefferson:- How did you get my number? Tishe:- Ur brother. I made a mental note to kill Lee when we got home. After he has forgiven me. Jefferson;- What made you think something was wrong with me about my dad? Tishe:- Freaky best friend thing😋

But before I could reach her, Jeffrey pulled her into his arms. My Dad's body still lay in the funeral home, yet even in death, he found no peace. Cursed by others, his memory was tainted. In the ensuing scuffle, I managed to scratch her hand, leaving vivid red marks. Jeffrey's frown deepened as he inspected the injury. Without missing a beat, Melinda shoved me to the ground and ground her heel into my fingers. "Look at you. Pathetic and hysterical! What right do you have to still call yourself Mrs. Hood?" she commented maliciously.

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.

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

He had been a promising kid, fast with a blade and loyal to a fault. Now, he was a corpse. In a bid to humiliate him, they sat his body upright, his head lolling back against the chair, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. "My God, Uncle. Look at his chest," Nathaniel whispered. I stepped closer, my jaw tightening until it ached. Stefan’s designer shirt, once white, was now a deep, matted crimson. But it was what was pinned to the shirt that caught my eye.