Jeff The Killer Picture Novels & Stories

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

Elanor let out a sigh. Then, she said quietly, “Young Master Bauer…” “Enough. Let’s not talk about this.” Jeff waved his hand to cut her off. “How are your injuries?” “Were you scared?” “That b*stard was one of mine, but he still tried to kill you! He deserves death!” Jeff clapped his hands. Right after that, someone handed a firearm to him. He pulled the trigger without even bothering to look at the man with the buzzcut.

she thought for a minute and then a smile spread on her lips. Did Jeff have a girlfriend? “I can. Why? Who is she?” she asked him and was waiting for him to deny that it was not a ‘she’. He got busy opening his wallet and took out something. “Here. Hold this. If possible, also capture the expressions on her face.” He handed over a picture with a fond smile on his face. The picture was of a two-year-old girl who was laughing at something showing all her small, teeny tiny teeth. “Oh, my God! She is cute. Who is she?” she looked at the picture of this adorable munchkin who had blonde curls reaching below her shoulders. Her blue eyes were staring straight at the camera.

It was an unknown number, and the message contained a high-resolution photo. It was a photo of Jeffrey sitting inside a high-end Geneva restaurant, laughing and drinking expensive wine with Arthur Vance! Below the photo was a simple text message: *'Enjoy the view from the top while it lasts, Leslie. By tomorrow, Jeffrey will take back everything you stole from him.'*

I reversed a bit to confirm if it was really the type of killer-line that was used in the movie. My eyes studied the strange shimmer carefully. A wire? No. It wasn't just wire. It was a death trap-thin, razor-sharp electric rope strung low across the road, almost invisible unless you were paying attention. I knew that weapon. It slices clean, smooth... and fast. I blinked, then smirked. "Dammit, it's the one." I screamed happily. A slow, sinister idea began to form in my possessed head. I pulled the car over, then I stepped out and walked to the backseat. Jeffrey was barely conscious. I dragged him upward with ease, despite his struggling, and forced him to stand up through the sunroof-his u

Safe feels like something that happened to someone else in a different life. The package arrives on a Tuesday. No return address. No postage. Just left on our doorstep. Jeffrey brings it inside. "Did you order something?" "No." "Maybe it's for one of the boys." "Open it." He cuts through the tape. Lifts the flap. His face goes pale. "What is it?" I ask. He doesn't answer. Just pulls out a stack of photographs. Photos of me. Leaving the house. At physical therapy. At the grocery store.

"It was her! She used your phone to reverse the money that was supposed to save my father's life! She was the one who got my father beaten to death! "And you, Jeff! What were you doing at the time? You were taking pictures with this murderer! You shameless pair of adulterers should both pay for my father's life!!!" My scream exploded through the ballroom like a bomb. Jeff's face instantly turned deathly pale. He stared at me, and for the very first time, panic appeared in his eyes. "Carol! Shut up!" He lunged toward me, trying to cover my mouth, but I shoved him away violently.

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

Robert Jonson was standing and beside him, the other two victims were standing along with many other doctors, nurses, and volunteers. “So it means those three did know each other,” said Mr. Anderson. “It's likely possible that the killer is also hiding within this picture and the story of the camp.” He remarked. “So we have to know what happened at that volunteer health camp,” Stefan said after hearing the conversation between Mr. Grey and Mr. Anderson. All nodded in agreement. After all this time they finally found a lead. It looked like luck was finally on their side. ------------------- A glimmer of sunlight sneaked through the closed curtains and shone over the eyes of the sleeping figur

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.