Jeff The Killer Original Novels & Stories

He was clearly not interested in cooperating with them. "We've come here to talk about working with you, Jeffrey," Alyssa began, using a more acceptable term. "Work with me? Do you think I'm an idiot, Ms. Alyssa? I nearly died under both your hands. You two want to work with me? What nonsense!" Jeffrey scoffed. "You didn't succeed in killing us, though you wanted to, did you?" Alyssa asked with a faint smile. Jeffrey's brows furrowed. He was a mercenary, a trained hitman. Alyssa's words were insulting his expertise.

"One that's been operating in the shadows for decades. They deal in everything from money laundering to blackmail, extortion, even murder when necessary. Your father stumbled onto something he shouldn't have. He was an accountant, right?" Jeffrey nodded slowly. "That's what I read in the newspaper." "He was working for a company that was a front for this organization," Jules continued. "He found discrepancies in the books, transactions that didn't add up. Being the honest man he was, he started digging. And that's when he signed his own death warrant." The waiter returned with their drinks, setting them down carefully before walking away. Neither man touched their cups. "Who killed him?" Jef

“Ariella… you’re not alone.” But she barely heard him. Because her gaze had landed on one last document. Pinned low. Old. Yellowed. A police report. The one from the night her father died. Except this version… had details missing from the official record. And one line was circled in red. “Primary suspect remains unidentified.” Ariella’s voice broke as she whispered: “Then who killed my father…?” Rafael stepped forward again. His expression shifted—slowly, almost painfully.

There was a rumour about Jeff the Alpha of the Night moon pack planning war against my kingdom. Jeff is known for his ruthlessness and he is the most feared Alpha in the werewolf world. Jeff became the Alpha of the Night moon pack after killing and defeating his uncle in a war. His hobby was to get involved in wars and he had an history if always winning in any way he went. He never looses in any battle, that is how he became popularly know as “the ruthless Alpha”. The rumors on the supposed war was fast spreading and it caused havoc in my pack as the people were living in fear and worries.

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

"This is real? Not some fake shit you dug up to test me?" "It is real" I said voice low and urgent. "I checked the dates against old news. Matches the rumors about what happened in Russia. I know you came here for revenge Kade. Against my family. Against me maybe. But this proves it was never just bad luck. They killed him or got him killed. We both got played by the same people."

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

Everyone was on edge after Kiara's piercing scream. Kiara’s POV I woke to the smell of fresh roses, and something that smelled of the woods. I inhaled deeply and let out a sigh of satisfaction. “ Ah, welcome back to the land of the living" a familiar voice said. I knew it was Jeff right away. I shot my eyes open and the minute those deep blue eyes made contact with mine tears swelled up and began to fall. The memory of my murdered best friend and meemaw came swirling back to me. My so called father murdered the people I loved. I looked up at Jeff with tears in my eyes and he wiped the stray tears from my cheeks that’s when I felt the tingling sensation where ever he touched. Through my sobs

“But she was going to use that opportunity to get you back. I don't know how.” Finn scoffed and stood up. “Okay, let's meet her and see what she's up to…” “Honey…” Jojo called in confusion. “Don't worry, honey,” Finn said gently. “I got this. No one is taking me away from you…” But Jeff shook his head. “There is still something you need to hear,” he said and fast-forwarded the audio. “You know, I think he killed his wife's best friend's mom,” Cliff said.

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve