Jeff The Killer Romane & Geschichten

Now that Jessa had come face-to-face with the literal culprit on the plane, her claws were absolutely determined to get raw justice for her best friend! Jeffrey, caught in an incredibly awkward moment and knowing deep in his soul he was in the wrong, muttered something about Jessa being completely crazy before quickly grabbing his luggage and fleeing down the aisle. He had just come to after being hospitalized himself by Brooke's wild pack turns, eager to warn Grant about the lawyer's traps, only to learn that Grant had been stabbed by silver and barely escaped death! Despite his own painful injuries, Jeffrey had hurriedly packed his gear and rushed to Swevia Country.

After giving everything to the police they needed and the body was taken away, they left the house, knowing they’d never come back. The three got back to their clearing, Michael appeared in shock as Alissa and Luca gently guided him to the house. Alissa went to find the others to explain what happened while Luca supported Michael to get to a shower and a change of clothes. Alissa found Jack cradling Peta in the games room. “He’s so cute!” Jack exclaimed quietly as he bounced the blanketed bundle. Alissa chuckled humourlessly, “Kimberly’s been killed,” she mumbled. Jack looked up in shock. “I found her, she’s been stabbed.” “What do you mean?”

"It was her! She used your phone to reverse the money that was supposed to save my father's life! She was the one who got my father beaten to death! "And you, Jeff! What were you doing at the time? You were taking pictures with this murderer! You shameless pair of adulterers should both pay for my father's life!!!" My scream exploded through the ballroom like a bomb. Jeff's face instantly turned deathly pale. He stared at me, and for the very first time, panic appeared in his eyes. "Carol! Shut up!" He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently.

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.

- Report to the CSU from across the line. - Whatever it is. Tell me. - You felt the spine of your back shiver. - The fingerprint of the phone we found at the scene, the information accessed, everything indicates that we have the killer under our eyes, someone who infiltrated without raising suspicion.... - He paused while the commander’s eyes were filled with tears. - I’m very sorry Petter, but John Martinez is Andy’s killer. - concluded.

Someone recorded and uploaded what happened in court the other day. Very soon, it went viral as major news outlets started sharing the video. [Lawyer Helps Father’s Killer Get Acquitted.] In this era, sensational headlines worked better. Very soon, someone managed to find Meg and Hugh’s information. Everyone was berating them, just like the crowd did the other day. Hugh was still smug. He really thought that Meg had eradicated all the evidence. In light of all the attention on them, he started a livestream.

he yelled, voice laced with contempt. “ It was an accident but this child is innocent ….Stay away from him !” I added as he sneered on my face. “This matter has now become personal. “Jeff said coldly” I want the name of the person who dared to impregnate my wife, now! I swear that by the time I’m done with you, he won’t ever show his face here.” “Leave me alone, Jeff. You cannot force me to give you his name. You cannot kill my child when you never gave me any. Why are you so cruel? “

I looked up at him, my gaze chilly. "Do you really think you're still in control?" I asked, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Do you think you can keep hiding the money you've embezzled from the company and the tax fraud you've committed? Did you really think the truth about my dad's death would stay buried forever?" The color drained from his face. "W-What are you talking about? Since when did I embezzle company funds and commit tax fraud? I didn't kill your father either! Stop making things up!"

For five years, I had shared a bed with my brother’s killer and my own executioner. I looked at Mike—no, Michael—and for the first time, I didn't see the billionaire tycoon. I saw the eighteen-year-old boy who had watched his world get shattered by a truck and then buried by a conspiracy. The weight of his seven-year exile, the sheer agony of watching the girl he loved be groomed by a monster while he was branded a "violent street fighter," crushed my heart.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.