Jeff The Killer Picture Novels & Stories

It’s like he’s watching to see if I’d slip away and run off with Jeff. If I were alone with him? Hell yes. Fortunately, I have Ethan by my side. I’m not letting him go until this is over. Oh my God, I think as I come to a realization. Ethan’s father is a killer, a criminal. Oh my God. How is he going to take it? He can never find out, I conclude. At least not now. “Good heavens, God must really like me,” Jeff exclaims, coming to stand before me. He doesn’t even acknowledge his friend first.

then she excitedly shows my solo pictures. “And the two of you look great together,” she even adds. I shyly peek at the picture and somehow, I totally agree with him. Jeff is indeed good-looking, and his height is suitable for a tall girl like me. He also looks ravishing in his suit. I clear my throat, and snatch one of our pictures that look like we are almost kissing, “I’m going to keep this, you keep that one,” I demand. Jeff shyly accepts it, “Oh, my pleasure,” he answers shortly and I see him stare at the picture and smile at it.

My heart dropped into the pit of my stomach, and I unintentionally clutched the photograph so hard that it began to crumple in my hand. Jeff watched as realization dawned on me, and gently took the picture from me and set it on the table, but didn’t say anything. I got up slowly, on shaky legs, and walked to the window, my heart heavy and my eyes swollen with unshed tears. “All the time … I thought … I believed … we …” I trailed off, not knowing what I even wanted to say. Why? Why had those people done this to us? What was our offence? With all they had lied about, I was beginning to question whether Jeff had really beaten up anyone who later died, as they claimed.

James grabbed the picture to have a look “Didn’t we learn about this at school? Was this the symbol of the guy who killed the Wolf Kings mate?” I was in shock, James remembered something from school that I had forgotten. He was right, I grabbed my laptop and did a quick search. Everyone gathered around me as I started to read. Suddenly we came to a picture of the man who killed the girl. “That’s the Mr Z guy” I carried on scrolling down “Oh shit” “What?” Chad came over to see what we were looking at “Why are you looking at a picture of Jill dressed in Victorian style clothes?” “That’s not Jill” I scrolled back to the top of the article

I already knew he took the pictures, but now I needed to know why. I knocked once. I could hear low voices inside, but no answer came. Growing impatient, I pushed the door open slightly and stepped in. The voices were coming from his open laptop on the desk, but he wasn’t there. I called out his name. Then the bathroom door by the wall pulled open. Jeff walked out with water splashed over his face. He looked like a shadow of himself… pale, trembling, eyes wide with panic. “Jeff?” I drawled.

“I’m talking about your plan with Pete Milestone. The zip ties, water, and sleeping pills in your car tells a different story, Jeff. Were you supposed to deliver me for your payment? Did it make you feel like a big, strong man to pin that murder on me?” Jefferson shook his head. “That fucking bitch just had to keep her mouth shut!” “Yeah … she left you for the same reason she left me. She really doesn’t condone murder, except yours. She knows I’m going to kill you and she’s upstairs right now, having a drink with my brothers. Who knows, she might even fuck one of them before the night’s over.” “He’ll be looking for me,” Jefferson said, and spat on the floor.

" Back then, my dad believed a rumor and drove up the mountain in a blizzard. I had always thought it was just an accident. My eyes were bloodshot as I stared at him. I could no longer control the twisted look on my face. "Hayden! I want you six feet under just like my dad!" I used all my strength to pull myself up. I reached for the shattered glass and tried to stab him with it, but the moment I picked it up, the attending physician stopped me. "Mr. Kirkland, your mother just flatlined!"

"That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed." Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of her, forcing me to confess. "Anna, you were the killer, yet you have the nerve to frame Emma. You evil woman! Apologize to Emma! Maybe then I'll put in a good word with the cops!" Noah's grip was strong, causing my scalp to ache terribly, but it couldn't compare to the pain of being slashed to death in my previous life. I looked up at the two of them viciously, laughing in exasperation.

she asked him, suddenly afraid. “You, of course,” he said, and smiled. “Why? Who are you?” she asked him. “Jeffrey,” he said, but Kari was still confused. “Your boyfriend killed my brother.” “What are you talking about?” Kari frowned. Kyle didn’t have an older brother, she thought. “Kyle was an only child.” “Interesting. So he’s killed more than once,” Jeffrey said, and she frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “George! He killed George, and somehow made it look like an accident!” Jeffrey yelled at her.

“So, what will you have? I rarely get new faces in here.” “Uh… ma’am,” Jeffrey said, his voice tentative. “I’m actually here about Lewinski.” That stopped her. She turned, brows slightly raised. “Oh? What about him?” Jeffrey reached into his jacket, pulled out the photograph, and held it out. “He… might have some answers I’m looking for.” The woman took the picture carefully, her eyes darting from the image to Jeffrey’s face, studying him with a focus that made him shift in his spot. After a moment, she set the photo on the counter, poured him a glass of water, and gestured for him to sit.