Jeff The Killer Original Image Novels & Stories

"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.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

Jefferson said, and spat on the floor. “He won’t find you. Your car has no tracking system, your phone’s at the motel. He’ll reach that dead end and even if he knows where I live, which I’m sure he does, he won’t get to me. I went to prison an innocent man, but I left there a murderer. I killed seven men in prison, got myself the name ‘Wrath’ on the inside. You think you know me, but you don’t. You sitting in that chair … that’s what I do now. I kill men like you for money and I’m really fucking good at it. You turned me into this.” “Am I supposed to feel sorry for you? Kill me if that’s what you have planned,” Jefferson said.

Pulling it out halfway, a slip of paper fluttered to the rug. Jeffrey crouched, reaching for it. It wasn’t a document. It was a photograph. A much younger version of himself, barely older than a toddler, he sat on the lap of a young man. Beside them, a beautiful woman leaned in, her laughter caught mid-bloom. They looked… happy. All three of them. The young man’s arm was curled protectively around him, his smile easy and warm. But it was the man’s face that made Jeffrey’s stomach turn.

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

During that time, the suture became the significant symbol of the crime because of its uniqueness and the cruelty of the murderer to not include the lower part of his victims, emphasizing that they have no organs left in their body. Fajardo and I are close friends when we are in college and he used to be my best friend that’s why it is okay for him if I tried to look into the investigation as long as I don’t let the public know anything. I surveyed him what he writes in the whiteboard the important details of the crime and it’s similarity 16 years ago. Pitch black eyes No organs left Same stitches Bloods are drained That is what he wrote before gathering all of the evidences and putting it b

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

When I had even been restricted by my father not to even associate or go out to meet new wolves if it was just by putting on at least the facial mask to have a taste of life a little outside the sanctuary. Then we found ourselves in his bedroom. A small room made up of a study table and a chair. I could see the picture of Jeff's Luna and his pup together with him. A big smile painted on their faces as they took the picture. Someone would be wondering why he had to embark on this route, cheating on his wife and messing with his boss ' daughter, I mean his boss's outcast daughter. Jeff had undressed me. Pinning me to him on his tiny bed and pounding me like he has a score to settle.