Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

“Well, wasn't it broadcast everywhere, on all the television channels? I'm sure you've watched it. Jeff died because he fired a gun at his own heart.” “No, you said Jeff was shot, not committed suicide.” Shanon narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You killed him." Calvin raised his face to face the cabin ceiling, his hands on his hips and he stood with his back to Shanon. He smiled at first, but suddenly that smile turned into a very loud and discordant laugh. He laughed in front of Shanon like a psychopath who had just been caught in the act of committing a crime. “Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.”

“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!”

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw

He was shaking with fury as he spoke, staring down at me with disgust in his eyes, "She is back. She is back, I repeat, she is back, and she would be the cause of your death. You tried to take her life. She is back to take yours." I heard Sam gasp from behind me. "Shut up, mister." I started, fuming while my voice shook. "Do you even know who I am? Why do you think you can walk up to me and say what you like? All lies, by the way?" "If you do not find your brother and work with him, you are dead. He knows who you are, he has been watching you for a while now. It is Jeff for you to figure out who he is, or else you would end up dead in her hands. You are a killer and you also wronged a baby a

Jeffery can hear him. A smirk spread through his lips at the almost ghostly pale face of the teacher. All the teachers have already dealt with Killian so many times. They should know by now that he isn't just all bark and no bite. He has connections with people, shady people who know exactly what some of the teachers want to keep hidden. Mr. Jeffery's pot addiction is just one of those facts that he knows. And he also knows when and how to use them to his advantage.

“I—what?” Elise exhaled. “The night your father was killed… you were supposed to be taken. Not saved.” Lucien’s breath hitched.......barely, but Ariella felt it. “Taken by who?” Ariella whispered. Elise wet her lips. “Someone who’s been hiding behind other names. Other families. Someone who doesn’t want anyone to know they exist.” A beat of silence. Then Elise spoke the words that sank like ice into Ariella’s bones: “Your father’s real killer… is the same person planning to finish what they started.”

Jeff was considered a highly respected member within the hierarchy of the shifter culture and so it was accepted that he was honourable and reputable. If Jeff found his mate only for her to die, it would send him into an unstable mental state that had no sure outcome as it could end only in a few ways. If his pack is strong enough to pull him from his funk, he could become a feral rogue or he could end up killing himself or others in the process. “Alright, I’ll get what I can and see if I can make any sense of it.” Rolo nodded respectfully now to each and disappeared into the office looking for Jeff.

The possibility of making it out on her own was slim. Jeff was disturbed. The heaviness in his heart turned to guilt. The realization was unsettling and terrifying. Jeff was a trained fraudster. He cared less about the fate of his victims and had never felt guilty about any of his escapades. Rather, each successful mission was a bravado and a show of his skills and prowess. He was scared to admit the obvious. Love has dampened his brutality, he was human after all. ***** Johnson lived to his words. He had never made empty threats. He had scheduled a meeting with Cole to discuss the change in his plans. He wanted all wedding plans stopped.

That night, Jeff had just returned to his apartment. He felt something strange. A car had been following him this evening. He was alert and walked towards the next alley. He hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly he was shot in the arm and, fortunately, missed it a little. Nevertheless. A great pain came. Because he didn't hit the vital point, two men in black jumped out. Blocked his way. There was actually someone using a pin pistol, and it seemed to be a professional killer. What the hell is going on here?

There was a rumour about Jeff the Alpha of the Night moon pack planning war against my kingdom. Jeff is known for his ruthlessness and he is the most feared Alpha in the werewolf world. Jeff became the Alpha of the Night moon pack after killing and defeating his uncle in a war. His hobby was to get involved in wars and he had an history if always winning in any way he went. He never looses in any battle, that is how he became popularly know as “the ruthless Alpha”. The rumors on the supposed war was fast spreading and it caused havoc in my pack as the people were living in fear and worries.