Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Story

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!”

This time, a hint of fear appeared in the traitor’s eyes. I gave the traitor the antidote, which allowed him to speak again. Then, I leaned in and whispered into his ear, “Look. Don Vestri is right over there, but he would rather let his lover kill you than save you. As for Wendy, she would rather kill you herself.” The traitor gritted his teeth. He did not believe that the people he trusted would refuse to save him. “Just watch and see if they’ll save you.” I held the muzzle of my gun to his temple and clicked off the safety.

"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.

“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.

I sniffed nervously trying as much as possible not to look at his intimidating eyes. "You know what made me attracted to you?" Theo grunted in disgust. "Your ability to be able to speak fluently in every one of my moods. It would be better if I informed you in advance that I have no control when I am dealing with someone who betrays me. I met you the night I was shot, and in case you don't know…this bastard had snitched my movement to my biggest enemies which had led to a successful gunshot. Do you know what that means, he was trying to kill me!!" Theo muttered angrily, breathing in constraint after every sentence. "Says the cousin who had murdered my parents with the assistance of 'SEVEN'.

On the day my uncle, Steve Chapman, showed signs of heart failure, my mother, Irina Cress, drugged my father, Sean Chapman, and placed him on the surgery table. His heart was taken by force and transplanted into Steve, which extended Steve’s life for an additional 10 years. I left home after that incident and studied hard. I eventually earned admission to a medical research university because I ranked first in my class. After 10 years, I developed an artificial heart and became a sought‑after expert in the medical field. Many people came to me and hoped to be placed on the list for an artificial heart. My assistant, Lewis Henderson, handed me the latest list of applicants. Steve’s name ap

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