Jeff The Killer Original Image Novels & Stories

The last time he had visited his friend, Zach was in a coma and now he is awake and remembered what had happened to him but Cassidy was having a hard time believing what Zach claims he remembered. Jeffery had always been a little odd with darkness around him that seems so out of place with the character he portrays and Cassidy was not okay with that so he tried to figure it out by spying on Jeffery. He had thought that Jeffery was dark because of his sexual fantasies which were a little out of the norm but he never suspected that they ran as deep and sinister as Zach just explained. He also knew that he could never tell Zach about what he had caught Jeffery doing as that will completely brea

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko. After kong mag ayos ay kinuha ko na ang knife at inilagay sa bag kon mahirap na hindi ko kontrolado mamaya mapahamak ako hindi ko pa maituloy ang paghihiganti ko. Kinuha ko saglit ang family picture namin at hinalikan iyon atsaka umalis na.

"Isn't this the same man in the video? The one in your laptop." At the sounded of that, Zach's eyes squinted in recognition, his brain quickly putting two and two together. "Where the hell did you say you got this picture?" "It was sent anonymously. Two days before our wedding." Jeffery replied. Zach looked over the initially disturbing photo again, and only just realized that the position of Kayla and that man may have looked compromising, but even he could recognize a famous trick when he saw one. The picture wasn't showing Kayla in the exact 'act'. In fact, she looked asleep here. More like, 'unconscious'. How could Jeffery not see that?!!

In the span of a decade, Jeff had ruined the lives of multiple women, all of whom were innocent, beautiful, young women. It was not difficult to understand. Jeff was a handsome man. Despite being middle-aged, his regular workouts kept him fit. He was a refined, wealthy, and attractive fatherly figure, which seemed to be a trending archetype. Hence, it was normal that many young girls were attracted to him. However, he seemed to have a thing for those from the countryside or from poor backgrounds. Perhaps it was because they seemed purer as they had yet to be tainted by the world. Ethan confirmed Olivia's speculations. "Do you think he sponsors children from rural areas out of goodwill? He on

I turned off the water and I sat there not doing anything but allowing the heat of the water pleasure my cold body. I began to wash my body and wash and wash till I got tired of washing. I still hear them; I still see blood. But I kill bad people. I can't be weak. I kill bad people. I am a killer!! I got out and got ready for bed but then I remembered me wanting to take ice cream so I walked out of my room to get it. The kitchen was empty and so was the living room. I took the bowl of ice cream, vanilla flavour and sat on the table in the middle of the kitchen and took the ice cream.

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991