Jeff The Killer Photos Novels & Stories

Jeffery leaned forward and sifted through a few files on his desk. When he found the one he was looking for, he slapped it down toward me. Uncrossing my legs, I plucked it off the desk and flipped the front cover open. What greeted me were pictures of dead bodies, all women, with ghastly expressions of horror on their faces. They were frozen in a perpetual scream that had shivers running up my spine. All of them were sallow looking with paper-white skin and their eye sockets sunken in. "What the fuck?" I mumbled.

He knew not to use those pictures. “How long has he been threatening you, and how did he even get those pictures? No one knew what went down that night other than us” Her voice wavers, hands ball into fists as she demands an answer. “Jeffrey saw what happened that night… The people… the blood. He took those pictures at that moment. After a year or so, he contacted me, and that's when it started. I thought it was best to give him what he wants until I can find a way to get my hands on those pictures, but he has countless copies as backup. It took years of trying to finally give up and just do what he is asking for. I didn't take Dad's business because he'd demand more if I had”

His gaze immediately fell on Jeff, who was chuckling softly. “You did that on purpose, Jeff!” Law shouted indignantly. Jeff laughed even more smugly. “Yes.” “FUCK YOU!” Jeff laughed. “Yes, but I do have something to talk to you about, Law.” He fiddled with his computer. “Besides, it's your fault for constantly masturbating to that hacker's photo.” Law rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, yeah. Say that to someone who masturbated in his room last night while staring hungrily at a photo of a hitman.”

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

His voice was steady, but there was a flicker of concern in his eyes. I shook my head, unable to speak. My throat felt raw. Japhet’s blood soaked my clothes, and I could feel it dripping through my fingers. His face… that familiar, loving face… and now lifeless. Why? Why did it have to be him? Another gunman pushed the crowd further back. “Everyone stay down! Police are on their way!” I noticed cameras still flashing from the edge of the chaos. Reporters, bystanders, influencers—all capturing the scene. The thought made my stomach twist. They’ll paint me as a monster. The woman who killed Japhet Mcadam.

As the screen revealed the intimate photos, shock swept over Jeffrey's face, but he quickly countered, "This is false. Hannah, you not only cheated first but also fabricated these photos to accuse me. Is there no limit to your deceit?" "Oh?" I looked at Jeffrey with amusement.

He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently. "What? Feeling guilty now?" I pulled out my phone and raised it high above my head. "You want proof? I have it! These are the bank transfer records! These are the reversal records! "This is the official death certificate from the police! And this one—!" I opened the photo that the entire city had already seen, turned the screen brightness to maximum, and shoved it right in front of Jeff's face. "Jeff, do those five-million-dollar photos look good? They were bought with my father's life!"

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."