Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

’ ‘Even with the new identity, I will still live with this guilt. ‘Yes baby, I know. But it will eventually go away. And I promise you, I will come to Mozambique every weekend. You know money is no option.’ ‘How do you know that this guilt will vanish? You have never killed anyone before.’ ‘I have.’ ‘What?’ ‘Yes. Jimmy didn’t overdose. I poisoned him.’ ‘But you told me that….’

I hated to ask, but I was glad he was dead and out of the picture, plus less of a challenge for me. “Jeff used to be a hunter” A wave of shock ran down my spine. “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yup, he used to come to the Silver crow packhouse and do business with Allen, I never trusted him from the get-go, his information was always a bit shady, so one day I followed Jeff back home to see what he was up to and from the opened window I saw him with our girl, beating her badly” My hands balled into a fist, that’s right, sunshine is our girl “What did you do?”

For five years, I had shared a bed with my brother’s killer and my own executioner. I looked at Mike—no, Michael—and for the first time, I didn't see the billionaire tycoon. I saw the eighteen-year-old boy who had watched his world get shattered by a truck and then buried by a conspiracy. The weight of his seven-year exile, the sheer agony of watching the girl he loved be groomed by a monster while he was branded a "violent street fighter," crushed my heart.

“ A zillionaire? I asked myself. I got out of the bed and run to my mom in the kitchen. She was chopping some broccoli. “ Mom, have you seen the new trend? I asked. “ No, I was busy making breakfast for myself” she replied not even looking up to me. “ Mom, Jeff is a zillionaire? She said. “ Jeff? Who is Jeff? She asked. “ Dad’s previous driver, the one we had set up for Kaira” I whisper.

He had stepped on a land mine he knew but what it had been was far from his knowledge and gulping a load of his saliva, he looked away. “Mr. Dean, I am sure you have heard about the quote, curiosity killed the cat?” Alastor alleged eyeing the man with his freezing blue eyes, “Working in this particular facility you must be aware that it has gotten more people killed than just a puny animal. You wouldn’t want to be one of them, do you?” To threaten a police officer in their own station and yet have them cower in their presence was the kind of man that Alastor Tynen was.

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

Ever since I was little, I knew my mom didn't want me. My dad, though, kept telling me that she loved me, but some complicated stuff was keeping her away. He said that once I grew up, I needed to find her and claim my place in her life. I always figured he was just making things up so I wouldn't grow up resentful of the motherly love I never had. Then the debt piled up. Dad was scrolling through TikTok, looking for any way to drum up sympathy online, when he suddenly let out a wild yell. "Scrappy! Look, it’s your mom! Pack your stuff, we’re going to find her!" I stared at the screen. The woman in the video was stunning, effortlessly poised, and dripping in old-money elegance. A cold pi

“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 had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe