Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

"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!"

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

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.

My classmates turned their heads up to us. There was a look of astonishment on their faces. Even if they wanted to ask, they could not and chose to remain silent and just listen to me and Clark talking. I laughed out loud. “It's okay if you don't ask for help anymore. It is also a waste of time because it is just crazy that you think one of us is a murderer.” Ace stood up from his seat. “What do you mean, Xienne? Clark is thinking that the killer is one of us here?”

The slap left a mark on his cheek, swelling at the impact and made him snap out of his mini tantrum. “I know what the fuck is up, Jeff. I just can’t watch her being ridiculed like that”, he argued, glancing in the direction where Keisha was being beaten to death. He, for quite a minute, tried to regain his composure before speaking again, “I’m… sorry. It’s just that the events are too sudden. I didn’t even know she’s coming with us. She even turned me down after that issue.” Jeffery answered calmly to him, handing a dagger to his comrade, “Then… We follow him in a stealthy way. They’re the ones who built the first base here in the eastern part of the woods. I’m sure they are planning to ensl

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

“You can’t kill me now. The Chancellor will see it as betrayal. Brandon will freaking kill you for real this time.” “If I’m insane, then what do you call yourself as someone who killed Elliot, burned my Grandmother’s castle down, and manipulated Zarion’s feelings back when he and I hadn't yet met?” Silence. Hestia didn’t give an ounce of answer. That’s all I need to hear. I released a sharper battle cry this time, ready to see her brain scatter in the snowy ground. But the stone only managed to hit her shoulder as a firm grip around my wrist sent me gaping.

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."