Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Fanfiction

At Theo's one-month milestone party, Rowena's best friends crowded around her and teased, "Rowena, you certainly kept us in the dark! We thought you and Justin were endgame, but who knew you'd secretly end up with your childhood friend instead? "But honestly, don't you think it's a waste to dump Justin? No matter how you look at it, he's leagues ahead of your childhood friend." Upon hearing that, Rowena instinctively frowned. "What are you talking about? Who said Adrian and I are together? And who said I dumped Justin?"

she asked him, suddenly afraid. “You, of course,” he said, and smiled. “Why? Who are you?” she asked him. “Jeffrey,” he said, but Kari was still confused. “Your boyfriend killed my brother.” “What are you talking about?” Kari frowned. Kyle didn’t have an older brother, she thought. “Kyle was an only child.” “Interesting. So he’s killed more than once,” Jeffrey said, and she frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “George! He killed George, and somehow made it look like an accident!” Jeffrey yelled at her.

“To keep you in the dark.” Silence stretched between us. I forced myself to breathe evenly. “Why?” Jeff tilted his head. “Because, sweetheart, if you knew the truth… you’d be dead.” For the first time since walking in, real fear curled around my ribs. Jeff wasn’t lying. He might have been a manipulative bastard, but right now? He wasn’t playing. “You should walk away,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Forget about Nolan. Forget about Lorenzo. Just go.”

"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!"

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

“It doesn't matter anymore. When Hunter returns and sees that the boys are fine, Jeff will come back to the pack.” I looked at Cierce, sensing a disturbing expression in her eyes. “Are you okay, Cierce? I told you that Jeff is dead.” Cierce stared at me, a mix of contempt and anger. “Another death caused by you. Just like Caleb's, whom you killed on the road to protect Hunter.” My mind stirred with the accusation. “It wasn't like that, Cierce. I didn't kill Jeff; it was Caleb.” Cierce looked at me, incredulous. “You're lying to avoid the consequences. I expected nothing less from you, Fierce.”

I was sick of hearing this and that, which was always not good, according to Jeff. "Hey, you come here too often. You're just my Mom's friend." I glared at Jeff. My father was even more handsome, with an authoritative face than Jeff. To me, Jeff is just like a 30-year-old guy with flirtatious eyes and a passion for stripping all the girls. "Didn't your mother tell you? Maybe she and I have a special relationship. Besides, I'm one of the werewolf council members in town. Your uncle the Alpha so I'm your uncle's best friend," said Jeff arrogantly.

The possibility of making it out on her own was slim. Jeff was disturbed. The heaviness in his heart turned to guilt. The realization was unsettling and terrifying. Jeff was a trained fraudster. He cared less about the fate of his victims and had never felt guilty about any of his escapades. Rather, each successful mission was a bravado and a show of his skills and prowess. He was scared to admit the obvious. Love has dampened his brutality, he was human after all. ***** Johnson lived to his words. He had never made empty threats. He had scheduled a meeting with Cole to discuss the change in his plans. He wanted all wedding plans stopped.

Connor shook his head and walked out. Jeffery remained in his same position, his eyes staring ahead, at nothing in particular. He remembered his sweet princess, she used to say she'd marry him when they grew up, he remembered one particular memory that was imprinted in his head, she got a cat and it licked her lips, she cried her eyes out and asked the maid to burn it, Jeffery was shocked, she had cried for it to be bought for her and now she wanted it dead?

"Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!" Once again, Jason's words amused Jeffry to the point of laughter. He was happy to have made Jason angry, especially if he lost. "You want to threaten me?" Jeffry sighed. "You should realize who the real killer is. And ... you gave Emily that name, huh? Or did you deliberately take Emily from the orphanage because you thought she looked like the deceased—" "Enough, Jeffry! I swear I won't forgive you if you dare to bother or touch Emily with your filthy hands!"