Jeff The Killer: Go To Sleep Novels & Stories

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.

“Your name before you pass out on me?” That’s when Jeff realized she was correct the light-headedness was not going away it was getting worse. The light was not getting dimmer. He was sinking very slowly into unconsciousness. “Jeffery… Jeffery Bandor.” With that, it was lights out. ———————————————

Didn’t remember undressing. Didn’t remember anything after that first sip of wine. Her heart raced. Was it just sleep? Or something else? Something she didn’t want to name. She got out of bed slowly and went straight to the bathroom. Locked the door behind her. And stood under the hot water for too long. Trying to shake off something she couldn’t see. ********** Jeffery woke before the sun. His head throbbed. His limbs felt like dead weight. He sat up in bed, running a hand through his hair, eyes darting to the clock.

" No one needs you, not your father, nor your business, nor even your girlfriend. They got someone better than you. I am less of a headache to your father than you were, your business is thriving under my care and it doesn't need you, and your girlfriend, she is now my fiance so you are unwanted. And now all I need to make my day better is if you would just die and let me be happy. Lemme get what I finally deserve, what should be mine. You already willed it to me but you are still hanging on thereby making it impossible for me to inherit all I am suppose to. You should die and spare us the future troubles you would just cause. " Jeffery yells those last words before. He remembered where he

Watching Kourtney leave, Jeff anxiously wanted to chase after her, but he couldn't catch her, and in the end, he could only watch her getting farther and farther away from himself. The moment he saw Kourtney disappear from his line of sight, Jeff was so frightened that he woke up from his sleep. The room was dark, and the only light still on in the room was a LED lamp above the bed, which showed that it was already two o'clock in the morning. He touched the cold sweat on his forehead and took a deep breath. "Luckily, it was only a dream." Once he woke up, he couldn't sleep, thinking about Kourtney's back as she left in his sleep, the feeling of realism still haunted him. He simply got dresse

"What are we going to do?" "Take him home," Jeff ordered firmly. "Like this?" Mustafá asked, incredulous. "Take him however you want!" Jeff shouted, impatient. "But... don't let his wife see him like this. Call Lizi and ask her to distract Molly. This way, you can take him to a room and lock him in there until he wakes up. And remember: don't let her see him until he fully regains consciousness. You know what happens when he wakes up after a dose of sedative," he commented, visibly disturbed and shivering at the memory.

The only God. “Right.” “DING DONG HERE—” “Hide, right now!” Kevin instructed and a bit harshly towards Jeffrey. Jolting him up from his calm and relax state laying down on the couch and a bit offended by his demand. “What the---” “She’s coming.” “I see.”

He kept mumbling in disbelief, "That's impossible! Patricia locked you in my room with me. You must have slept with me!" I took out a few sleeping pills from my pocket and lifted them in the air for everyone to see while I announced out loud, "It was just in your dreams! I added sleeping pills to the drinks I poured for you and Titus that night. Nothing happened between us!" The look on Titus' face changed, and he glared angrily at my mother. My mother cowered in panic when she saw the look Titus threw at her. She did not dare to look into his eyes.

"Dad…" A timid voice appeared at the emergency room door. Zeke had heard of the news and rushed to the hospital as quickly as he could. He entered the emergency room, saw the horrible marks on my thighs, and got such a fright that he stumbled backward. His face was pale as he blurted out, "That's because Zach can only wake up if he stabs himself with a pair of compasses…" As soon as the words were out, he quickly clapped a hand over his mouth, his eyes widening in fear. Dad stared sharply at him, his gaze turning extremely frightening.

But I wish it wasn't in a room I'm sure has an infestation of creepy crawlies. "Huh? What the hell are you talking about?" I mumble, laying back down. "Well, he's the one who gave me the sedative for the coffee and had me give it to you. He told me to make sure you quit. Told me it would make Sanders explode!" Jeff snickers. "It worked!" Why the hell is the room spinning? It's not supposed to spin when I'm laying down... Not unless... I try to focus on what Jeff is spouting out. For some reason, this seems important.