Jeff The Killer Picture Novels & Stories

I’m carrying his baby, and I know how much he loves it. If anyone wants me dead, it’s f*cking Freya, but this was too far. “If I ever get out of this, I’m killing her for good. And I’m doing it myself to be very sure she never gets a chance to come back to life to hurt me.” I thought to myself as I managed to scan the room. My head throbbed, and my vision blurred momentarily before clearing enough to recognize the figure sitting in front of me. Jeff. At first, I thought it was my mind playing tricks on me. It couldn’t have been Jeff that I saw but when I looked again, my doubt was cleared. It was really Jeff.

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!"

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.

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.”

My classmates turned their heads up to us. There was a look of astonishment on their faces. Even if they wanted to ask, they could not and chose to remain silent and just listen to me and Clark talking. I laughed out loud. “It's okay if you don't ask for help anymore. It is also a waste of time because it is just crazy that you think one of us is a murderer.” Ace stood up from his seat. “What do you mean, Xienne? Clark is thinking that the killer is one of us here?”

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.