Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

“And then what is the connection between the accounting guy, the mysterious person buying out the shares, and Bernard Gary. What connection do they have to the slush funds, the paper company used for money laundering, and Kim's kidnapping?” “Maybe we should ask Mrs Pearce she was—” “No!” I interrupted Jeff immediately. “We're not bringing my wife into this, and we're not asking her details about her kidnapping either” “I'm sorry, sir, it was… it was thoughtless of me” Jeff apologised, and I waved my hand, dismissing the issue. I know we can find some information if we ask Kim, but I can't bear to open up the memory I have successfully helped her forget. “I believe we can say Jake was killed

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

He supported my back with a pillow. Ray sighed deeply and lowered his head. “Why is all this happening?” Sighs. “Ray, it’s Jeff. Have you arrested him? I told you he was at the funeral home, but you didn’t believe me and now he…” “What’s that?” He interrupted me. “Jeff, of course. He was the one who stabbed me, he is after my life, Ray. Please help me.” To my surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. “What is wrong with you, Ray? Didn’t you hear what I was saying?”

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffrey sneaking up on the gunman. I just needed to keep him distracted for a little longer. “Yes, you can. You’re going to kill me anyway, right? I deserve to know who wants me dead.” The man growled in frustration and ran his free hand through his hair. “You don’t understand!” Just as the homeless werewolf cocked his gun, Jeffrey pounced on him. He pinned the other man’s arms down with his legs and ripped the pistol out of his hand, throwing it far out of his reach.

Jefferson:- Who is this? The person replied instantly. Unknown:-It's Tishe😊🍨 I scoffed and face palmed myself. Tishe! That weird pink-a-palooza. I saved her number. Jefferson:- How did you get my number? Tishe:- Ur brother. I made a mental note to kill Lee when we got home. After he has forgiven me. Jefferson;- What made you think something was wrong with me about my dad? Tishe:- Freaky best friend thing😋

She asked and i scoffed. "I know they've known each other, for some of the life and they just reconnected later on" I said while she penned down some words. "Jeff didn't kill her, a day to their wedding. How would he? How could he?" I asked. "He had everything set up and he had his babies and he loved her, that i know" I said and she nodded. "Actually none of us did-" "It had to be someone th- Her father?" My eyes glinted before it dulled again.

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.

The door went open and when she saw Mason she sighed in relief. “Oh, thank God, Mason you're here. Please tell those policemen that I didn't do anything?” Jennifer said. He put three files on the table. He unlocked the cuffs on her hands.“The Thing He Kills For…” Mason whispered and Jennifer looked at him with a reassurance look. “What did you just say?” She asked. “Oh nothing. Oh and congratulations on your marriage.” Mason said as he sat down and Jennifer looked at him rubbing her wrists. “We know you weren't going to use knife. It was a set up.”

“You're treating me like trash, Jeff. I came to you with my grievances, and you promised to help me. The first attempt didn’t yield a thing, so what next?! I want Jessica White dead. What is stopping you from killing her?” A masculine voice I assume belongs to Jefferson, and lets out a gruff laughter. “You are so naïve and clueless. What was I expecting anyway? The daughter of a murderer will always long for blood even though she can't even wield a sword.” “Oh, please, getting rid of that girl is not hard-” “Why don’t you do it yourself, then?” Jefferson snaps. “Huh? Rhea Luther, if you think it's just ABC, then do your dirty work yourself!”