Jeff The Killer Story Original Novels & Stories

"Nathan's death was an accident, but my father buried the fallout. Silenced the families with hush money all under a shell corporation. I didn't know. I swear I didn't know." I studied his face to see the struggle between guilt and disbelief on his features. "But now you do," His lips opened wide, but no words came out. Perhaps there was nothing to say at all. I turned away. The air seemed thicker now, as if the walls were pressing closer around me. Edward Richards was no simple killer: he was undoubtedly ruthless - but also calculated. Clean. And maybe his reputation had roots extending further than we'd really understood. "Cassie." Jeffery's voice softened. "We'll fix this. I'll expose eve

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

moment I knew I was safe with Jeff and knew he was serious about protecting me. I let it all out, I told him everything I knew. Everything that had happened leading up to Ketzias murder and even about my recurring dream that was really a memory. He listened quietly and asked very minimal questions. Once I was done I let out a sigh of relief. Telling Jeff all of this made me feel a bit better and it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wasn’t in this alone and that made it easier to breath. After I was done I expected him to freak out a bit about all this supernatural nonsense but he took it all in and acted like it was a normal Tuesday. He was asking me how the fire started but

His eyes were wild with panic, but it was the guilt that shone through the most. Wynnie had enough of his excuses. She presented the proof of Jeff's recent reckless real estate and stock market ventures, all based on his foreknowledge from a previous life. Anyone would be hard-pressed to deny he had such memories. "You faked your own death in your previous life, letting us all believe Kelvin was your killer. We despised him because of you! Now, you've chased him away on purpose, Jeff! He's been paying for your mistakes for over ten years. Do you even have a heart?!"

He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you." "Not a simple person," Jefferson's reply was meaningless because he had no idea who the killer was as well. In his memory, he couldn't remember that he had offended someone so capable. Perhaps it was the drug dealers, but he had no evidence to point out at them. Furthermore, he had no idea how Stephen looked like.

It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap. I picked my phone from the side table to see if I have some messages. I saw Lexy’s name on the screen. Notifying a message from her. I immediately opened it and read her message. Lexy: “Jen was jailed together with her boyfriend. They caught them using drugs.” I covered my mouth. And then I burst into laughter. Wews! That was a piece of good news. Jen using drugs could be one of a reason to kill someone. Now I do not have problems anymore. I am sure that they will see Jen as the main suspect for killing Samantha. Poor girl! That’s what she gets for not being careful.

I asked, my voice low and conversational. The man spat a glob of bloody phlegm onto my boot. "Go to hell you bastard!” I didn't flinch nor did I look at the boot. I just took a slow, methodical drag of the cigarette and exhaled the smoke into his face. "I've been there, Son. Now, let’s try again. Where is your Don?" The survivor stared at me with his one good eye, a spark of defiance still flickering in the dark. "I don't tell the Valak secrets to worthless scum like you. I know who you are. You're the one Don Bane destroyed . He threw out like trash."

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

an irritating scoff rolled out my throat as I opened the door. "What?" Just seeing her face was enough reason for me to get pissed off. "I need to know a few things about my dad" "Fine." "What exactly do..." "Why and who did my dad send you to kill?" She asked with the most innocent look plastered on her face. "First of all, do not ever interrupt me and how comes perfect daddy didn't tell his precious daughter of his killings?" I thought the Mafia ran based on trust, no secrets between family members but outsiders.

"I'm going to give you a month to get me Cypher. I don't care how you do it, just make sure you do. I want results, mia cara, and if I don't... I hear you have family in Mexico. A grandmother, a sister, and a new brother-in-law, correct?" My eyes snap up to his and all I see is darkness in his green eyes. He was a full-blown psychopath and he wasn't hiding it. "If you touch them, I swear to god I will kill you." "Story of my life, love." He pushes off of me and I thought I would've been able to breathe but no. I felt as if someone had tied a string around my neck and was jerking me around at his command and sooner or later he was going to pull hard and there would be nothing left in me. I'd