Jeff The Killer: Go To Sleep Novels & Stories

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”

“I’m talking about your plan with Pete Milestone. The zip ties, water, and sleeping pills in your car tells a different story, Jeff. Were you supposed to deliver me for your payment? Did it make you feel like a big, strong man to pin that murder on me?” Jefferson shook his head. “That fucking bitch just had to keep her mouth shut!” “Yeah … she left you for the same reason she left me. She really doesn’t condone murder, except yours. She knows I’m going to kill you and she’s upstairs right now, having a drink with my brothers. Who knows, she might even fuck one of them before the night’s over.” “He’ll be looking for me,” Jefferson said, and spat on the floor.

Jules replied flatly. Jeffrey raised an eyebrow. “Friend? And you two are sleeping together?” Jules narrowed his eyes. “Who said anything about sleeping together?” Jeffrey shrugged. “You walked out naked expecting her. Come on, you guys are definitely sleeping together.” Jules didn’t bother answering that. “Why are you here, though? Planning to steal from your sister?” “Yes,” Jeffrey said without hesitation. Before Jules could process the sarcasm, Jeffrey jumped to his feet and bolted toward the bedroom.

"I don't want you to bleed me out while you sleep with me, Claude. That doesn't do it for me." Images of stabbing the fork into his thigh flash unbidden into his mind. I truly hope he's forgotten about that. I have to stretch my fingers out to expel the phantom feeling. "Ah, well I can make an exception and have vanilla sex for you," he says, as if his offer is supposed to be construed and chivalrous. "What are you even doing in this pack?" I question, looking back at the front door. I'm paranoid that the man that marked me is going to stroll in here shortly after. Then I'll really need to make a run for it.

Quinn pushed open her apartment door, Jax right behind her. His hands were already on her hips, pulling her close as the door clicked shut. She kicked off her shoes and turned, lips crashing into his. They stumbled toward the bedroom, her shirt hit the floor first, then his and fell onto the bed, her on top. "Fuck me," she whispered, voice rough from the day's grind. Being a detective isn't easy, let alone a homicide detective. Jax gripped her from behind, guiding her down. She sank onto him, inch by inch, moaning as he filled her. "Don't worry, detective Hale... I'll fuck all the stress out of you."

I say, trying to process his nonsense. “No, of course, you have a choice. I won’t do anything to you without your consent,” he says in a monotonous, serious tone as I look at him like he is crazy. “Is this a fucking joke? Are you high? My two choices are get hurt or get my father killed?” I yell, unable to hide my frustration and stress. “I just need to stage a few things, and you have to act out a few things the way I tell you to so that I can teach your father a lesson without hurting his ‘innocent family members.’”

His tone is so cold that it could freeze an ocean. "Just kill me, you piece of shit!" Jeffery curses out with his eyes still fixed on the cat in Lexis's hold. He knows that if Lexis kills him, he would no longer find the cat useless and even if he kills it, he wouldn't be alive to witness the poor creature die. It would be less painful for him that way.

~kellam I hate morning peoples, they got their heads up where the sun don't shine. Kellan isn't giving up and trying to wake me , i didn't sleep well last night , every time the guys came to check on me I'll slow my breathing and make it more even so they'll think I'm asleep, thank you zach for this trick, yesterday revenge was totally worth it but i was too hot and too horny to just sleep. "Baby up you go" ~kellan. He takes my blanket away and try to lift off the bed , i put my hand around his neck and pull him toward me for a good morning kiss and maybe a bit more.

Unlike what happened at the bar earlier. “Good morning, honey,” said Jeff in his characteristic hoarse voice when he woke up. He stared intently at the hitman who was still burying his face in his chest, completely naked. Jeff was really happy because yesterday's events were real, not a dream. He and the sweet man beside him had really spent the whole day having sex. Just like he had always wanted. And that really satisfied him. He could even remember everything very clearly.

I couldn't offer him what he deserved, and I wouldn't lie to my children. The next morning, back in Eldoria City, Jeffrey was staring at the ceiling of the VTN ROOM. Having a pup around had effectively murdered his ability to sleep. His lifelong commitment to being a bachelor felt like the smartest move he’d ever made. He didn't wake the small wolf curled up in the oversized bed. Instead, he slipped into the sitting area, ordered a mountain of protein-heavy breakfast, and dialed Howard Pierce. Howard sounded like he was speaking through a fog of exhaustion. "Jeffrey? Do you have any idea what hour the moon is at?"