Jeff The Killer Phone Number Novels & Stories

Nicholas P.O.V. "What on Earth should I do?" I asked myself. "What if, he never sent into to anyone, think about what Jeffrey said, they couldn't trace it to anyone, so why bother your self", I put off the shower and grabbed my towel. I dried my body and walked to the room, immediately a message came into my phone. I picked up my phone, to check what the message was about, and I met the biggest shock and fear of my life. "What's it?" Jane asked. I decided to keep my calm and smiled, "It's nothing". "Are you sure, because your reactions portray that something is wrong", she said. "It's nothing, I am fine", maintaining my smile. "I believe you", she said and walked into the bathroom

Immediately afterward, the notifications of incoming messages buzzed on Jeffrey’s phone like a swarm of busy bees! He was a member of a chat message group whose members consisted of several people with good relationships with the Weaver family. They were becoming frantic at this moment! “Jeff, how did you end up on Don Albert’s bad side? He is offering a reward of a hundred million dollars for a hit list on you and your dad! It will take effect at midnight!” Jeffrey’s face darkened. He was shocked and scared.

I want to know what the fuck happened last night. I call my driver. Where the fuck is he? Did he drop me here? What happened with Rayna last night? He doesn’t answer. I frown. I call Andre. He answers. “Boss, Boss are you okay I’ve been trying to call you since last night…” he sounds panicked. “What happened?” I ask walking out of Hannah’s room and to the living room. “Jeff was found dead in front of Rayna’s place. We’ve trying to find you since last night.” He says…

Jaw clenched, voice low and shaking—"Keep looking. Tear this whole damn city apart. If she's dead, I want the body." I propped my chin up, watching him spiral. Then his phone rang. Whatever he heard hit like a lightning bolt. He froze. Voice barely a whisper. "W-What? Where?" My stomach dropped. Chest tight like something had its claws in me. *** Jeff drove to the edge of town—some abandoned mansion. He got out, steps shaky. A bodyguard reached for him, but Jeff shoved him off. I watched him stumble toward the place, barely staying upright. I followed, heart racing.

My phone rang as I walked up to my private jet stairs, I picked it up, and the name Phoneix came across the screen. "Phoneix, this better be good." "Of course, I am sorry to bother you, boss, but we caught Jeff trying to skip town. What would you like me to do with him?." "Kill him." "And what about his daughter?" I sighed. "Lock Jeff and his daughter up. I'll take care of the both of them when I get back." I said and hung up the phone. Jeff owes me a lot of money, and if he can't pay me back, I will kill him and take his daughter for payment.

Jeff continued to say, "Terri is a very reliable, trustworthy hard worker and if you can give her a job today so she won't have to go back to our boss's house tonight, you would be doing her a great service and I would be relieved to learn she's out of harm's way." "I have to get back to work but my home phone number is: (386) 555-1812 and please call me later, say after seven tonight and let me know if you hired Terri so I can be at ease. I want to thank you in advance for anything you do to help Terri get out of her current situation." Jeff said just before he hung up the phone.

“And I don’t mind if I have to kill him for this. Yes, I will kill him. And I know the right man for this.” An evil grin slowly spread across his face, twisting his features with malicious intent. He pulled out his phone with shaky fingers and messaged his friend Emette: There’s a job for you to do. You will get paid a heavy amount of money for this. All you need to do is take out Anthony Jeffery and silence him for good.

Jeff picked up the phone. "Hello? Miss?" It was a man's voice. "She's in the bathroom. I'll pass it on to her later." The other person was very surprised to hear a man's voice and said, "Who are you? Where's Kourtney? Why do you have her phone? What is your relationship with my boss?" Jeff replied honestly, "Woo... Clam down! Don't worry. She's safe. I'm Jeff, she was at my house last night. We slept together!"

“Okay. Then I won’t say a word to her. But I will find out who’s behind this.” I ended the call soon after, unsure if I felt reassured or simply more uncertain. By the time I got home, the weight of the message still clung to me. Jeff was already there, pacing the kitchen with a stormy look in his eyes. When he saw me, he walked over with his phone in hand. “I checked. The number is a burner—untraceable.” “So it could be anyone,” I said, hugging my arms to my chest. “Yeah,” he admitted. “But I talked to my brother. And… well, he mentioned something.”

"I found his cell phone among his belongings, but it was soaked in seawater and couldn't be opened. What do you want with his cell phone?" Liv seemed suspicious, too. She thought for a moment and said, "I remember Jeff getting a phone call at home the day he was killed and then leaving, so maybe I can find out who it was!" Pretty soon, Liv had the phone company send Jeff's phone records to her phone. She quickly tracked down an unknown number on the day of Jeff's death. It was 3 p.m. , the time Jeff had left the house. The unknown number came from a pay phone in an apartment building near Pearl Street. It occurred to me that Gina's apartment was on Pearl Street. I think Gina must have called