Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

My black veil was so long that it covered even my shoulders as I stood before Damiano’s coffin. I nodded at those who came to pay their respects and occasionally forced out some tears. “Is everyone here?” Seeing that all of the family’s trusted members had arrived, I clapped my hands and had them surrounded. Before they could even react, I had a tied-up man thrown before them. I pointed at him and said, “This man is a traitor to our family. I found a letter in his secret room.”

He stood from the table. Jeff stood as well. "What truth? What are you talking about?" But Howard was already walking away, his cane tapping furiously on the ground. "Grandpa, wait!" Jeff called after him. "What truth?" He didn't answer, just kept walking until he pushed through the restaurant doors and out into the cold air. Jeff was marrying the woman who had tried to murder his wife and he believed every lie she'd ever told him and nothing he said would change his mind. He stood on the sidewalk and pulled out his phone, then put it back in his pocket.

"It was Dr. Monroe who told me to get the medication. She said it was this one. It's all my fault for being too stupid and trusting her. It's all my fault…" Jeremy's eyes burned with hatred as he glared at me. "How dare you call yourself a medical expert? My father is dead because of you! I swear I'll make sure you rot in prison!" Without another word, Jeremy called the police. Soon, several patrol cars arrived at the hospital entrance. As officers prepared to take me away for investigation, I looked at Lindsey and Michael with a sorrowful, almost pitying expression.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

- Report to the CSU from across the line. - Whatever it is. Tell me. - You felt the spine of your back shiver. - The fingerprint of the phone we found at the scene, the information accessed, everything indicates that we have the killer under our eyes, someone who infiltrated without raising suspicion.... - He paused while the commander’s eyes were filled with tears. - I’m very sorry Petter, but John Martinez is Andy’s killer. - concluded.

While Matheus was at the top of the stairs, still recovering, gripping the railing tightly since both his legs were injured. "However, I was never really with your mother," Jeff started, his voice tense. "She was the Don's woman, and I’d been with Matheus's mother for many years. But I wanted the power that the mafia brought: the money, everything! As soon as I seduced your mother, I gained her trust, and with that, the title of underboss since she was the Don's right hand. But... she was already pregnant. At first, the Don had no idea. So, I took you for myself, you’d be another weapon to keep going since I wanted, for a long time, to kill your mother and go back to my wife, Matheus's mothe

“Didn't you tell her, Caleb? What kind of friend are you?” Caleb crossed his arms, frustrated, but said nothing. I stared at Jeff with impatience, demanding a coherent explanation for his cruel actions. Hunter approached Jeff, an intense aura of determination around him. “Who hired you to do this? Who is behind all of this?” Jeff laughed, a laugh that echoed sinisterly in the quietness of the road. “Does it matter, Hunter? The fate of these kids is already sealed. Nothing you do will change that.” The feeling of helplessness and anger grew within me. Jeff continued to act as if all of this were inevitable, as if he were just a pawn in a game we couldn't fully comprehend.

“Good morning citizens, the infamous serial killer who drains the blood of his victim and harvest all of their organs of his 10 victims have been captured this morning says police report” The citizens are delighted by the news and it became the case of the year. Reporters flock from different country to scoop to the story of the “Vampire Killer” and the case made it internationally. Theories and debates happen to discuss why he did it and what the country should do to someone inhuman like him. He stirs the media, the public and the government. They are going to petition for his death but one thing isn’t matching… because when the reporter interviews the suspects, he keeps saying one thing.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

he yelled, voice laced with contempt. “ It was an accident but this child is innocent ….Stay away from him !” I added as he sneered on my face. “This matter has now become personal. “Jeff said coldly” I want the name of the person who dared to impregnate my wife, now! I swear that by the time I’m done with you, he won’t ever show his face here.” “Leave me alone, Jeff. You cannot force me to give you his name. You cannot kill my child when you never gave me any. Why are you so cruel? “