Jeff The Killer Picture Novels & Stories

“You’ve done it. You’ll do it. You’re going to kill us.” “No!” Malachi shot up, a piece of paper stuck to his cheek. He ripped it off, looking around the circular office stood as if a time capsule. He hadn't changed anything yet, but his father's body was burnt, so today was the day. He picked up the paintings he had been keeping for this occasion, all painted by his talented best friend. He pushed his deep auburn hair out of his face and got to work removing some of the paintings, he wouldn't remove all of them, his father didn't need to be scrubbed from the walls.

So, where is this confident vibe coming from? "Because of the stimulating sight, the old lady fainted on the spot. While her husband almost died due to a heart attack." Ryan puts gruesome pictures of the dead body in front of Jihun, along with an ordinary photograph of a young girl, in her twenties. Two different photos, contrast with one another, were laid side by side by Ryan. One of the photographs is rendering the disturbing sight of the victim, with a head detached, body limped on the ground, bathed in the ominous color of red. While, the other picture is revealing an image of a beautiful girl in a plain white shirt, short wavy hair, small button nose, with alluring gazes and moist, ful

Devastating screams rose and fell, one after another! Just then, a crisp interrogation sounded from behind the bead curtains. Jeffrey held his bloodied head with a napkin as he parted the bead curtains furiously and roared, “You’re Theo Zander? So what you’re saying is that you will lay a hand on me as well?” Jeffrey was seething. He was only here to toy with some woman, but he got his head cracked open instead!

"Don't even think about it." "Wait for me." He brought the certificate to his lips and yanked out a dagger. He plunged it into his chest. His crazy move freaked me out. Blood sprayed everywhere, splattering onto the certificate and staining my photo red. He tried to wipe the blood off but ended up toppling into the shaft. With a flop, he hit the sewage below. I shook my head. Karma was a real piece of work. Three days later, a scavenger spotted the blood pooled by the elevator and called the police.

Drake cleared his throat and continued, "Now, about your situation. I want to help you seek justice and closure for what happened to your family. Do you have any pictures of the man who ordered the attack on your family? Or any leads, anything that could help us track him down?" Jeff hesitated for a moment before nodding slowly. He reached for a small envelope on the coffee table and pulled out a photograph. The image showed a man in a suit, a sly smile on his face, exuding an air of power and confidence. "This is him," Jeff seid, his voice tinged with bitterness. "He's the one who ordered the hit on my family."

Now when nothing is going on according to his will, then why will he pretend to be a good father anymore. When Alex shows pistol and said that he is here to arrest him, David Jones’s face color changed in an instant. His face turned dark and his eyes turned red and fierce. “For what, what did I do?” David Jones said confidently. Alex pulled the picture out of his pant pocket, which he was carrying from the bureau and on David Jones's face. “This is the proof of your heinous crime. You murderer.” David Jones picked the photo which lands on the floor after striking from his face and looked keenly.

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

Theo fired back as his eyes twitched in outrage. "And be ready to expect her to get a high heart attack, probably for her to collapse and die at the scene. You would be awarded for the most dangerous human being for being behind the death of your closest siblings. Try it. It would surely be fun, don't you think?" Jeffery grinned with his blood-stained teeth wide open like a maniac in a horror movie. Damn! I feel like disappearing.