Jeff The Killer Picture Novels & Stories

And it's always a woman named Tamara. "Is this Jason McKennel?" Jeffry snorted. "Why? You're jealous of me getting close to your wife, huh? She's like a diamond, and you'd trade her for shit. That's a shame. However, I'm not as stupid as you. I know what's precious and not, especially when the priceless one gets dumped." "Don't mess with me, Jeffry Allen! You may be able to hide from my stupid father and brother, but don't think I don't know who you are. You're a murderer! And I'll ensure you don't do the same to Emily!"

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.

Jeff pretended to be angry, “he is a real villain, a loathsome rogue. The only thing he can do is lie and cheat. Back at the hotel, he deceived you and traded you for your father’s property. Now he lies to you again, because he wants you to be his baby machine. If I were you, I would punish him for what he did, Luna. I will even … kill him.” Amelia grabbed his shoulders fiercely, acting enraged by what Jeff had just told her, “Tell me how?! Tell me how to kill that fucking bastard!” Jeff was startled by her aggression, but he was thrilled to see Amelia fall into his trap. He swept Amelia’s hands from his shoulders, then persuaded her in a placid tone, “Take it easy, Luna, we must do it caref

I hissed with my teeth clenched, glaring at Jackie Fernando's photo at the top of the board. I felt myself get charged up with anger the moment I laid my eyes on him. He looked like a sweet soul in the picture, pretty handsome and quite rigged. But as they say, visuals can be deceptive. Looking at him, you could never imagine he murdered thousands of people in cold blood. Nobody had ever seen his face. He used to send his mafia gang to do the dirty work, but somehow my parents were special.

Shaking, I snatched up my phone, pulled up that second-hand app, and shoved the screen in his face. "What's the deal with this? You posted this picture? And these comments, what's the story?!" There on the screen, words blinking back at us: Adrian 'The Butcher' Kane. Jeffrey took a quick look and burst out laughing. "Come on, it was just a stupid dare I lost with the boys. It was all in good fun!" "All in good fun?" My voice spiked with panic. "You plastered my picture all over the internet, telling everyone our door's wide open? Jeffrey, have you lost your mind?

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

In that moment, getting to Victor was all that mattered. The door to Jeff's room—the room directly above the living room—was already unlocked, so she threw it open. Jeff was lying on the floor in a pool of his own blood. His face had been slashed with five straight lines like the claws of some giant creature had ripped into him to the point where he was barely recognizable, but she knew it was him. Blood streamed down either side of his mouth, and there was a massive, gaping hole in his chest where his heart had once been.

TASHA Nate recoils back in shock. "What?" He seethes lowly in order not to garner the attention of the chattering group of people sitting at the table near ours. "What the fuck?" Marco whispers. "Did you just say that you. . . . .that you saw Killer with Jason?" Instead of repeating myself again to them and wasting time trying to explain, I bring out my phone from my pocket and show them the pictures I took. The cookie in Jennie's hand drops back into her plate immediately she sees the images.

The screen pinged again, displaying a message from an encrypted source. I clicked it open. It was a photo of Jeffery unconscious and tied to a chair. And below it, a single line of text: “You disavowed the crown. So now we wear it.”

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.