Jeff The Killer Original の小説・ストーリー

“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!”

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

she asked him, suddenly afraid. “You, of course,” he said, and smiled. “Why? Who are you?” she asked him. “Jeffrey,” he said, but Kari was still confused. “Your boyfriend killed my brother.” “What are you talking about?” Kari frowned. Kyle didn’t have an older brother, she thought. “Kyle was an only child.” “Interesting. So he’s killed more than once,” Jeffrey said, and she frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “George! He killed George, and somehow made it look like an accident!” Jeffrey yelled at her.

“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

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”

He had been a promising kid, fast with a blade and loyal to a fault. Now, he was a corpse. In a bid to humiliate him, they sat his body upright, his head lolling back against the chair, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. "My God, Uncle. Look at his chest," Nathaniel whispered. I stepped closer, my jaw tightening until it ached. Stefan’s designer shirt, once white, was now a deep, matted crimson. But it was what was pinned to the shirt that caught my eye.

Jeff would hunt Brooke’s path down using his own malice. Ever since that mysterious female's visitation, Jeff had survived within a state of relentless, freezing terror every single sun. Whenever his eyes monitored those predatory, high-beta inmates gathering in the distance, his paws would sprint to avoid the encounter. Those shifters were universally massive and lethal; executing a physical violation against his thin frame represented a minor exercise for their strength. And as the moon phases cycled, his hatred for Brooke intensified into a consuming fire. What a vindictive, merciless bitch! It was Madison who had initially dialed her frequency to command her presence at the meat-stalls.

Well played, Mom. Kaelen’s gaze shifted toward my mother, his eyes filled with appreciation. Then my father suddenly stepped forward sharply. “No.” Everyone turned toward him. His face looked unusually tense. “That rogue cannot stay in our house,” he snapped. “He’s dangerous.” My eyes narrowed slightly. My father was reacting too strongly. “You seem very unhappy about this,” my mother said slowly. “He’s an exiled werewolf and a rogue Alpha,” my father argued quickly. “You heard the rumors.”

Kept pulling at the thread. Because if the footage was fabricated Then everything Elena believed was built on sand. And the real killer was still walking free. Laughing. Watching. Waiting.