Jeff The Killer Original Image Novels & Stories

Devastating screams rose and fell, one after another! Just then, a crisp interrogation sounded from behind the bead curtains. Jeffrey held his bloodied head with a napkin as he parted the bead curtains furiously and roared, “You’re Theo Zander? So what you’re saying is that you will lay a hand on me as well?” Jeffrey was seething. He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead!

Some were old reports on acquisitions, others intelligence briefs, still others photographs, each one a piece of the board he had been arranging for decades. His gaze lingered on the single print he’d chosen to send out earlier that night. The photograph was grainy, the figure in it aged and ragged, but unmistakable. Killian Jackson. Alive. Robert let the corner of his mouth tug upward in a faint smile as he sipped his whiskey. He knew Killian had seen it by now. He knew the younger man’s blood would be running hot, every rational thought pushed aside by the sudden, brutal confirmation of a truth he’d buried in doubt for years.

I turned toward the door. “I’ll find out the truth,” I promised. Then I left before I could change my mind. Back in my office, Jeff and Appa were waiting. Jeff dropped a stack of photographs on my desk. I barely glanced at them before I met his gaze. “What is this?” “The proof you were looking for,” he said grimly. I grabbed the photos, flipping through them quickly. Images of men, my own pack members, sitting in dark corners of taverns, meeting with strangers.

“so don’t fantasize much on him “ “I know all this girl!! ,by the way he looked really familiar almost like we met before.” “Where could you possibly have met the CEO of Declan’s?” Stacy chuckled “I could come around and shoot my shot” jeff wiggled an eyebrow. Jeff used to be a male model,but dropped out when he started gaining weight. I would say Jeff looked way more sexier now than then. He added in the right places. He was about 5’7. He had bristled eyebrows that complimented his viking brown hair,he had brown eyes and was quite dishy. Too adventurous always having a friendly smile. I would say he was really hot,but certainly not my type.

I scoffed briefly seeing I had crushed his ego. "So now when I opened your phone, I slid through and surfed. I finally found some conversations you had with Rhett here and Ace. I saw how you guys laughed about fooling Brad and found out your plan to kill him In three days time when you embark on your attack on Adrian. I also found out that you have been the one who had been orchestrating the killings of our pack members and then claimed it was Adrian. It is so disgusting how you would stoop so low just so you could prove your point that you are the greatest. You also inscribed DM on of the corpses just so you could make it more believable." I said. Everyone's countenance rose in shock.

The sharp pain came but soon became less painful as he continued to lick it with his tongue. “Alright now. Kill her.” He spoke without even looking at his phone and continued his work on my neck. My eyes opened like saucers upon hearing him and darted my eyes at the screen. I began to shook my head after seeing Jeff take out a black pistol from under his black hoodie while one of the strong women went towards Patricia's back and held her head up revealing her badly bruised face.

At first, we were convinced that whoever was doing this attacked only girls, until Jeff's dead body was found floating on the lake. Jeff was one of the star quarterbacks in the town's high school, barely in his sophomore year. He'd gone missing for days, just like the others before him and had turned up in front of his parents house, dead. His mother was devastated and had almost committed suicide. I couldn't blame her. He was the only child she'd been blessed with and children were an almost rarity amongst supernaturals. Now, everyone between the ages 15-20 was seated in the Town square,our parents sitting opposite us.

And as I did, I felt Tyrelle grabbing a hold of my hair and pulling me back. "Ow! Ow! Ow!" I winced. "Don't you dare walk off without answering my question. Are you or are you not Gabriella?" Just then Aelfric decided that it was time to intervene. He grabbed my hand and slapped Tyrelle's grip on my hair that made him let go. "Go find your own woman, mutt!" He said and stick his tongue out at him. "I'm not your woman!" I yelled. "You know the hybrid." Said Tyrelle. "So I guess you are Gabriella the Killer smile."

after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room. Jean was taken aback by what Jackson said. In a way what he said was true. When they were busy finding the backstory of the health camp a phone call interrupted their concentration. It was a tip from some unknown informant who said that Dr. Jackson was the Dr. Killer. Then we found out he was also in the camp with them and he was promoted after the death of Dr. Robert Jonson. Then it all made sense and they all thought that that tip was true. And to justify that they called Jackson into the office to indirectly interrogate him. They didn't even think for a moment that this all might be a setup or a coi

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.