Jeff The Killer Original Novels & Stories

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

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.

She tugged Jeff’s hands crying hysterically “Jeff, I can’t live with killing someone… oh… Jeff…” “Darling…Shhh!” Jeff coaxed patiently and comforted her till she fell asleep. He rose from the bed with knitted brows. He couldn’t believe those stupid women had the nerve to use his woman as a gun. He was going to make them bleed. He narrowed his eyes as he called a friend who works in the hospital. There were no admissions in the hospital. Jeff hesitated before calling Bryan. “Big bro, can we meet somewhere outside?” “Um” “Can we meet at downtown café?”

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?

"I know, I know, but there was no way for me to inform the police, or anyone else, about my suspicion without me sounding crazy and paranoid to them. Even my sister thought that I was letting my hate for Will cloud my judgment. I had to be doubly sure of what I was telling them first." "You don't understand, Jeff. This isn't just an ordinary abduction. It's much bigger than that. I'm surprised that Will has had this place for this long without anyone noticing what's going on inside it. I think he's a drug dealer. This is the place he brings and tortures his defaulters, as well as the people who wrong him. He is not at all what he portrays to the public, Jeff. He's a cold-blooded murderer. He

(LILY POV) “Are you two wasting a resource? I don’t trust the baking skill you possess Lily. Butler Nang! Who told you to let them make mess in my kitchen!” The killjoy commences again his agitation toward us. If ever your going to asked me who is the ultimate killjoy in the surface of the world. It was Jeoff! He is! HE IS! Jeoff was the king of the killjoys! He should be declared as the world’s killjoy EVER! “Jeoff.” He might forget that he was dying human a while ago. But…

"I never told you anything. I never gave you any location. How did you even..." "You stabbed yourself in my kitchen," Jeffery said. "You wanted to die that badly yet I kept you alive so i'm only helping you" He tilted his head slightly. "Your old friends were busy doing the math. I did not have to say a word." She stood there and felt the pieces arrive one by one.

“To keep you in the dark.” Silence stretched between us. I forced myself to breathe evenly. “Why?” Jeff tilted his head. “Because, sweetheart, if you knew the truth… you’d be dead.” For the first time since walking in, real fear curled around my ribs. Jeff wasn’t lying. He might have been a manipulative bastard, but right now? He wasn’t playing. “You should walk away,” he said, his voice surprisingly soft. “Forget about Nolan. Forget about Lorenzo. Just go.”

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.

The slap left a mark on his cheek, swelling at the impact and made him snap out of his mini tantrum. “I know what the fuck is up, Jeff. I just can’t watch her being ridiculed like that”, he argued, glancing in the direction where Keisha was being beaten to death. He, for quite a minute, tried to regain his composure before speaking again, “I’m… sorry. It’s just that the events are too sudden. I didn’t even know she’s coming with us. She even turned me down after that issue.” Jeffery answered calmly to him, handing a dagger to his comrade, “Then… We follow him in a stealthy way. They’re the ones who built the first base here in the eastern part of the woods. I’m sure they are planning to ensl