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

The last time he had visited his friend, Zach was in a coma and now he is awake and remembered what had happened to him but Cassidy was having a hard time believing what Zach claims he remembered. Jeffery had always been a little odd with darkness around him that seems so out of place with the character he portrays and Cassidy was not okay with that so he tried to figure it out by spying on Jeffery. He had thought that Jeffery was dark because of his sexual fantasies which were a little out of the norm but he never suspected that they ran as deep and sinister as Zach just explained. He also knew that he could never tell Zach about what he had caught Jeffery doing as that will completely brea

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!”

Chris Bradford—that's… that's Killer. Shit!

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

“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.”

’ the message reads. ‘But he was unconscious. How can he kill someone when he is unconscious?’ Elizabeth just can't get the pieces together. He was unconscious when the police arrested him. He didn't know what was happening until he woke up in the hospital. What if Jeffery is not the one that kills the cleaner? But who could have killed the cleaner? Does Jeffrey have another enemy? But why would the enemy act from their own plan? ‘I don't know. I wonder so too. Maybe he woke up and through the effects of the drugs he killed the cleaner and fell back to unconsciousness. But I will still look into it, but whatever the case maybe, our plan was successful.’

Not even the breeding mare that a werewolf only claim when he’s in need of a good fuck. A Luna is a warrior, a decision-maker. Willing to sacrifice everything for her pack and territory, for peace and vengeance. Everybody might only see a couple of Rogues sneering beneath our eyes. But for me, I see a murderer—one who murdered an innocent friend. Elliot. And tonight, I shall avenge him. As the moon peeked through the branches above, casting its pale light upon the clearing, the Rogues finally spoke. “Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.”

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."