Jeff The Killer Story の小説・ストーリー

Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

“Who did this to you? To Bridgette?” I took a nice deep breath. Told myself to be steady enough to share the horrifying encounter. Truth. “Zarion, my Grandmama…” I managed to say, my voice trembling with grief. His face contorted with shock and anger as he urged me to continue. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he kissed my hand. A sign for me to take everything slowly. “What about your grandmother?” Struggling to hold back my tears that just let its presence known in front of Zarion, I whispered, “My grandmother's dead. They killed her. Valerie and Aneliesse Cavitt confirmed it. Hestia confirmed it.”

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

She tugged Jeff’s hands crying hysterically “Jeff, I can’t live with killing someone… oh… Jeff…” “Darling…Shhh!” Jeff coaxed patiently and comforted her till she fell asleep. He rose from the bed with knitted brows. He couldn’t believe those stupid women had the nerve to use his woman as a gun. He was going to make them bleed. He narrowed his eyes as he called a friend who works in the hospital. There were no admissions in the hospital. Jeff hesitated before calling Bryan. “Big bro, can we meet somewhere outside?” “Um” “Can we meet at downtown café?”

Jeffery turned pale. He knew that he was in trouble. If he did not testify now, then he might really end up in jail when Sally pushed the responsibility to him. “Okay, I’ll confess. It was Sally Lennon. She took advantage of when your grandmother was sleeping and… suffocated her to death.” Perhaps it was the last trace of his conscience, but Jeffery finally fell to the ground and cried. Catherine and Aunty Wendy also cried. They did not expect Old Madam Jones’ end to be so miserable.

Jeff’s gaze didn’t waver, but I saw the flicker of unease in his eyes, "It wasn’t a car accident Emma. That was just the story you were told." My stomach dropped, "What? The story I was told or the story you told me?” Jeff exhaled, his fingers flexing before he folded his arms across his chest, "It wasn’t random, it wasn’t some tragic mistake, you were hurt because of me." I stared at him, my heart pounding so loudly in my ears that I barely heard his words, "Jeff what are you saying?" He nodded slowly, as if bracing himself, "Before I met you, I was involved with a group called The Collective."

“I—what?” Elise exhaled. “The night your father was killed… you were supposed to be taken. Not saved.” Lucien’s breath hitched.......barely, but Ariella felt it. “Taken by who?” Ariella whispered. Elise wet her lips. “Someone who’s been hiding behind other names. Other families. Someone who doesn’t want anyone to know they exist.” A beat of silence. Then Elise spoke the words that sank like ice into Ariella’s bones: “Your father’s real killer… is the same person planning to finish what they started.”

“He’s in the kitchen if that’s who you’re looking for.” “What’s with all the noise? I told you boys to shut the hell up!” Jeff yelled from the kitchen. Asher turned and stalked toward the kitchen. He grabbed Jeff by the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the wall. “You raise your hands to those boys?” “Shoulda drowned them at birth,” Jeff slurred. “Yeah, instead you drove our momma to kill herself,” Joel spat from behind Asher. “You’re despicable,” Asher said, driving his fist into the man’s stomach.

She was the product of an affair between her mother and a Serpentkin. Unable to accept this revelation, he was overcome with rage and died on the spot. Eyes bloodshot, Gareth drew his sword and approached Jillian. "Willow did so much for you, her older sister, but you were cruel enough to kill her." Now that her identity had been exposed, Jillian stopped pretending. She revealed her sharp, crimson fangs and her hideous, massive serpent body.