Jeff The Killer Original Novels & Stories

"Excuse me conductor, you still have not given me my change." "What are you talking about, what change?" He pretended. She pleaded with him severally to give her back the change but the conductor turned into deaf ears. "This is what they do to ladies nowaday, unlucky for him that I am here." A man beside her whispered. He was none other than Jeremy. The town most feared civilian cop. Mostly people didn't recognize him not untill he showed them his real colours. Most of the thugs around have heard about him. Some even planned to kill him severally but their weaked plans were destroyed before they did put it to action. A day earlier a young lady walked to the police station and filed a case. T

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!”

“Well, I’m glad to see that you still have your sense of humor. I was worried…” I waited for Jeffrey to finish his sentence, but he never did. “What? What were you worried about?” “Well, you took a life. That’s not easy for anyone—well, anyone with a conscience, that is.” My eyes fell to the ground. “I was worried that you might be beating yourself up over it,” he continued, “which would be understandable, if ridiculous.” I glared at him. “Why would it be ridiculous? I killed someone, Jeffrey. Why shouldn’t I beat myself up over something so morally reprehensible?”

While Matheus was at the top of the stairs, still recovering, gripping the railing tightly since both his legs were injured. "However, I was never really with your mother," Jeff started, his voice tense. "She was the Don's woman, and I’d been with Matheus's mother for many years. But I wanted the power that the mafia brought: the money, everything! As soon as I seduced your mother, I gained her trust, and with that, the title of underboss since she was the Don's right hand. But... she was already pregnant. At first, the Don had no idea. So, I took you for myself, you’d be another weapon to keep going since I wanted, for a long time, to kill your mother and go back to my wife, Matheus's mothe

I sniffed nervously trying as much as possible not to look at his intimidating eyes. "You know what made me attracted to you?" Theo grunted in disgust. "Your ability to be able to speak fluently in every one of my moods. It would be better if I informed you in advance that I have no control when I am dealing with someone who betrays me. I met you the night I was shot, and in case you don't know…this bastard had snitched my movement to my biggest enemies which had led to a successful gunshot. Do you know what that means, he was trying to kill me!!" Theo muttered angrily, breathing in constraint after every sentence. "Says the cousin who had murdered my parents with the assistance of 'SEVEN'.

Jeffery turned pale. He knew that he was in trouble. If he did not testify now, then he might really end up in jail when Sally pushed the responsibility to him. “Okay, I’ll confess. It was Sally Lennon. She took advantage of when your grandmother was sleeping and… suffocated her to death.” Perhaps it was the last trace of his conscience, but Jeffery finally fell to the ground and cried. Catherine and Aunty Wendy also cried. They did not expect Old Madam Jones’ end to be so miserable.

Mindy hurried excitedly to answer it, and three dubious-looking men in shabby costumes walked through the door. The moment I saw their leader, a man with a large mole on his face, the blood in my veins went cold, and my fingernails dug deeply into my palms. It was them! In my past life, these three "exorcists" took Mindy's money and struck me to death with a so-called holy scepter drenched in dog's blood! Suppressing the murderous rage surging inside me, I lowered my head obediently and stepped aside. The fake exorcists entered the bedroom and theatrically circled Sam's bed, before a mole-faced man slapped his thigh dramatically.

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe

Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

“Well, wasn't it broadcast everywhere, on all the television channels? I'm sure you've watched it. Jeff died because he fired a gun at his own heart.” “No, you said Jeff was shot, not committed suicide.” Shanon narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You killed him." Calvin raised his face to face the cabin ceiling, his hands on his hips and he stood with his back to Shanon. He smiled at first, but suddenly that smile turned into a very loud and discordant laugh. He laughed in front of Shanon like a psychopath who had just been caught in the act of committing a crime. “Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.”