Jeff The Killer: Go To Sleep Novels & Stories

She wasn't just an assassin. She was a nuke. "You want to hit the armory?" "Tonight?" "Why wait?" Arielle asked. "You purged the spies." "Kaelen is blind right now." "He doesn't know we know." "Let's hit him while he's deaf and dumb." Lycian grinned. A wolfish, savage grin. He liked this plan. He liked her. "Prepare the jet," he said into his comms. "Combat loadout." "We're going hunting."

his hands, while with the other he passed her a white handkerchief. It is most likely, Lady Winchester, but I promise by the creator, that I will catch him- said Macmillan solemnly, Sir Robert Jones got up from the seat and knelt in front of his girlfriend- we will catch him, Betsy! - and with that oath of those two men, he would start the hunt for the murderer.

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. He thought back to how it all started. His dad’s plan had seemed straightforward at first—step into a rich kid’s shoes, fake a relationship for the cameras, boost some brand. Easy money, easy exit. But then Roland happened. Those stolen moments, the way his smile lit up the room, the late-night talks that felt too real. Jeffery had fallen anyway. Now here they were, trapped in this fancy penthouse that suddenly felt like a cage. “I trusted you,” Jeffery said, quieter this time. His voice cracked a little. “Even when everything went to shit, I still wanted this to work. But secrets? They’re killing me.”

⋆｡°Joseph°｡⋆ I crashed hard the second I walked out of Giselle’s room last night and closed the door behind me. After all the digging, the late-night calls, the favors I pulled to lock down every piece of evidence that could move the divorce forward, my body finally tapped out. I barely remember kicking off my shoes before I face-planted into bed. Sleep hit me like a freight train. What I didn’t expect was waking up to my best friend Jeffrey already making himself at home in my room. He was kicked back in the leather armchair by the window, one leg crossed over the other, sipping coffee from my favorite mug while the morning news played low on the big screen.

She looked like she could fall asleep any second. Thirdie finally stepped inside his study. Jeff straightened. “Sir.” Thirdie raised one finger slightly, signaling him to wait. His eyes were still on Kathalina. “Sleep,” he murmured softly. She tried to keep her eyes open. “You’re still working…” “Hmm.” “That’s bad,” she whispered. He smiled faintly. “Go to sleep.” The last thing she heard was Jeff’s low voice in the background. Then her eyes slowly closed. Her breathing became steady.

Jeff looked at the watch he was wearing and it was only ten o'clock at night and it wasn't late at night but he couldn't escape sleepiness. He looked at Bert but he was already bent down which means he had fallen asleep. He stood up and entered the room where they left John Dave's body. It was still asleep, looking like a corpse. "Is the sleeping pill they smelled on him really that effective?" He said in his mind. He knew he had drunk alcohol but when he saw the young man's face he was horrified. He left the room again and returned to his companions snoring from drunkenness. He was fighting sleepiness so he went to the small kitchen to wash up. He lost his sleep when his face got wet.

"Should I... should I remind you again that I got your family? That I have all you CCTVs? That I want a clean fucking job! Yuck! I don't want my hands to get dirty you idiotic brain!" "You always play safe, you demon!" "Uh, huh? Yes, demon, demon, yes! Now, kill that old man tomorrow, understand? I want Raven to be rationally done! To be insane! I want to his suffering, his fucking vulnerable side! I want them all here tomorrow!" Jeffrey swift near to Dr. Geraldine, "...or else I'll kill your family..." Jeffrey wore his shades and pulled the trigger. The doctor hold his breathe and closed his eyes in terror. This must be his death. However, Jeffrey's laugh was heard, and nothing happened.

I appreciate his insinuation that they aren’t doing their jobs, but I fear for him as well. “Isn’t your little boyband having dinner soon? I thought I heard something about you eating early then patrolling again. Don’t let us keep you.” Jeff asks, wandering around. My ears perk up, but I don’t dare look at Ben. I didn’t say anything to anyone about eating early except for baiting the listening device. “Jeff really can’t be dumb enough to just throw that info out, right?” I ask my wolf. “He’s been hit in the head few times. So, we can’t be sure.”

Author’s POV: Zara woke up early as usual as the nightmares wouldn’t let her sleep. She hasn’t told anyone about these nightmares not even Gina. These days her only concern or the only thought that is on her mind is “who is the killer” and “how to catch him” before he makes his next move. So very determinant to catch the killer, she got off the bed and went to bathroom to do her daily routine. Today she opted to wear sky blue furry jumper paired with white jeans and white sneakers and braided her hair. After giving herself a final look she picked up her things and went down for breakfast.