Jeff The Killer Original Image Novels & Stories

His knuckles were white around the ceramic handle. “He’s watching us,” I said quietly. Jeff didn’t turn around. “He always has been.” “But this feels different,” I added. “He’s not trying to destroy our credibility anymore—he wants to get inside our heads.” Jeff finally looked at me. His eyes were bloodshot, rimmed with the kind of fatigue no sleep could fix. “He already has.” I crossed the room and took the photo, flipping it over again like maybe, somehow, the words would change. Careful who you trust. Not everyone watching is a fan.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffrey sneaking up on the gunman. I just needed to keep him distracted for a little longer. “Yes, you can. You’re going to kill me anyway, right? I deserve to know who wants me dead.” The man growled in frustration and ran his free hand through his hair. “You don’t understand!” Just as the homeless werewolf cocked his gun, Jeffrey pounced on him. He pinned the other man’s arms down with his legs and ripped the pistol out of his hand, throwing it far out of his reach.

This is how she will look and smile at the downfall of all her enemies. It wasn't so hard to get rid of Jeffery. They planted hard drugs in his room, making sure his fingerprints were on it and they alerted the police about it. Even though jeffery is not a drug abuser. He has a bad record which can implicate him and makes it hard for him to get out of this mess.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

"Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!" Once again, Jason's words amused Jeffry to the point of laughter. He was happy to have made Jason angry, especially if he lost. "You want to threaten me?" Jeffry sighed. "You should realize who the real killer is. And ... you gave Emily that name, huh? Or did you deliberately take Emily from the orphanage because you thought she looked like the deceased—" "Enough, Jeffry! I swear I won't forgive you if you dare to bother or touch Emily with your filthy hands!"

Melanie sat up as well, her gaze fixed on his face as she pressed further, “Jeffrey Morgan died two and a half months ago in an explosion. Metal shards flew and pierced through his brain. Do you know how much you resemble him? Are you…him or not?” Jefford’s eyes widened. He swallowed past his constricted throat. Then, he strode to the window and left with a cold warning, “Don’t go acting crazy to me just because you’re thinking of another man! I’m warning you, stay away from me from now on!”

Not just any bodies, the torn off pieces of her family: her mothers afraid features still cemented to her motionless body, surrounded by the limps of her father Daniel and younger brother Jamie. "They will fucking, pay for this!", Nyx roared inside my mind, igniting the fury already ablaze. There had to be over fifty pictures – zoomed in and out – of their gruesome murder. It was obvious they had suffered and she would make sure that the person who did this suffered too.

“You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.” Jeffrey was afraid of death. “It ain’t my fault, someone paid me to do it. It really ain’t my fault,” he pleaded. “Make him pay instead. I just did it for the money!” “Who told you to do it?” Alejandro asked. When Jeffrey hesitated, Jett kicked him. He immediately came clear. “It… It was Seaton S. Bart! That big shot businessman, Seaton S. Bart! I’m dead anyway, whether I sell him out or not… Mr. Smith, let me off. I’ll do anything!”

Jeff laughed for the first time “You don’t get it. He has trust issues so he personally inspects whoever goes in there. No one goes in without his consent.” “I see. Thanks for your cooperation.” Francisco rose from the chair. Jeff smiled a little, but when Francisco turned off the safety of the gun, Jeff’s countenance changed. “you promised.” “I did.” Francisco replied “but there was no agreement on how long.” He pulled the trigger, putting a shot through Jeff’s head. Francisco proceeded to bring in the dead bodies of Jeff’s guard into the house before setting the place ablaze. Then he left.