Jeff The Killer Pictures Novels & Stories

Ellen wasn't willing but she came around. " you need to promise me you won't be angry and react", Ellen asked Jeffrey. Jeffrey was quiet but later said my love tell me, you've got nothing to worry. "I- I think I got raped and had those little ones, I got raped by Kelvin, but I can't really place my finger on any evidence yet. Jeffrey got very furious when She narrated what she could remember to him. Jeffrey left Ellen at the restaurant and went to Kelvin's home, Kelvin was in a meeting with his mom out his house.

They all had their comments, the whole class started to shout and I was also starting to get annoyed because they were all talking at the same time and I couldn’t understand anything they were saying. “Can you all please shut up?! I don’t understand what you are all saying. Tsk! Undisciplined,” I shouted. They all fell silent and Clark continued to speak. “And about Jen, she is already convicted,” he continued. “With tho cases, one for taking and dealing drugs while the second one us for killing Samantha. She is the main suspect.” My classmates are all dumbfounded while I am laughing inside my head. All happened according to my plan. Should I celebrate? I bet I should.

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.

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.”

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.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

When Jeff paused Terri was quick to ask Jeff, "Do you think you can get a couple of those pictures he took of Hanna so we can use them to prove the abuse Harold is doing?" Jeff said, "Harold is off today so I can use the computer and transfer the pictures from the camera to a flash drive if you want me to. The camera is locked in the desk and I have a key." "That would be great if you could transfer the pictures without deleting them off the camera so Harold wouldn't know you have them." Terri said. "Jeff what are you doing later this evening about seven o'clock?" Terri asked. "I'll be going right home after work. Why are you asking Terri?" Jeff replied.

“How about you show me some evidence, Father? As much as I want to believe all you’ve said so far, I just can’t help it.” Mr. Vuk smiled and slowly his smile turned into laughter as he threw his head back, laughing. “That’s my son right there. We, the Jensens don’t believe a thing people say except it comes with evidence.” “Good,” I nodded, happy he understood me perfectly. “Now show me some evidence, Father. I need to see who I killed and how my enemies work.” Mr. Vuk smiled and bent over, taking out a few photos from the drawer in his mahogany desk. He threw the photos across the desk and they all splattered in front of me. “There. That’s Gael Dante. The man you killed five years ago.”

This is how she will look and smile at the downfall of all her enemies. It wasn't so hard to get rid of Jeffery. They planted hard drugs in his room, making sure his fingerprints were on it and they alerted the police about it. Even though jeffery is not a drug abuser. He has a bad record which can implicate him and makes it hard for him to get out of this mess.

“When Jeffery challenged you. I was hiding in your office while you and dad discussed options.” His face falls. “You heard that discussion.” “Every word. You were not going to fight. You were going to step down. I was afraid you would leave us. Then I saw the fight and you were growling and the way you held him by the throat. One handed you held him of the ground and threw him like a ball.” “I don’t like to kill sweetheart. Not anyone especially family. I’m not a killer.” “You killed today.” “Actually, no, Kendall, Alex and Jacob killed today, I passed judgement and they carried the sentence out.”