Jeff The Killer Hot Novels & Stories

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

A spark of joy lit up his eyes as he replied, “Of course. After everything we’ve been through, I’ve realized I truly love you. Before, I didn’t understand my feelings and only wanted to use you. But now I know that you’re the only one I care about.” Feigning hesitation, I let doubt and a shy blush show in my expression. “Then… kiss me.” A flicker of mockery and triumph flashed in his eyes. Without a word, he leaned in close, closing the distance between us. And just as he came near enough, I tightened my grip on the needle I’d hidden in my sleeve and drove it straight into his eye! He let out a bloodcurdling scream, clutching his face as he collapsed to the ground. I pulled out the knife hid

Rainey got wise to my lies and exposed me. Shaun threatened to kill me when he found out the truth. Terrified, I begged him for mercy, but in the end, I had to play dead in order to escape his rage. But due to that ordeal, I'd lost my ability to have children. I hated Elizabeth Simmons. She'd tricked me into going back to her hometown, where she'd tormented me. I pushed her off the stairs one day, causing her to have a severe stroke. That was how I finally escaped her clutches.

she says as she turns the laptop to me. All I catch is shadowed images of a man's form. Nothing that gets his face up close in any of the shots. Sarissa scrolls down countless images of countless horror deadlines as she continues talking. “They say that he is dangerous,” she says, laughing like it was the funniest thing in the world when she comes across posts and articles highlighting his horrors. “They say he is a vile, wicked killer. No-mercy man. Always ready to put a bullet in the head of anyone who dares to cross him or betray him.” She looks at me, eyes crinkling with excitement, derangement and pure anticipation. “Isn't that perfect?”

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?

One finger, then two, scissoring to stretch her tissues. "When we get out of this," he rasped, "if you're not ready to write me off, I'm getting you a butt plug to wear every day I'm not with you." "O-okay," she stammered, wishing he'd just shut up and get on with it. The tight knot of need low in her belly was unraveling and spreading through her, lighting every nerve she possessed. Gabe withdrew his fingers and she heard the shower door open. "Killian damn well better keep this place as well stocked as his others," he muttered.

“Boss Tom, it looks like he won’t be able to take it.” “Carry on.” Thomas’ tone was cold without any emotions. The God of War’s ruthlessness had instantly fired up. One slap after another, and one punch after another. Jeffy was beaten up for about five hours. Jeffy was beaten up so much that his face was distorted, and the floor was full of blood. “Kill… Just kill me…” Jeffy said with his last breath. It was only at this time that he realized what pain meant, and what the living hell was. Instead of being beaten to death like this, he preferred dying straightaway.

I’m but a pawn in the game of whose dick is bigger and deadlier. Diego thinks he’s God and no one’s ever told him differently. Hell, even those around him must believe it. Diego kills on a whim and if one of his men stands in the way, he brutally takes them out. No one fucks with Diego Fernandez or anything that belongs to him. I almost feel sorry for my captor. Almost.