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"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!"

That night, Jeff had just returned to his apartment. He felt something strange. A car had been following him this evening. He was alert and walked towards the next alley. He hadn't taken a few steps when suddenly he was shot in the arm and, fortunately, missed it a little. Nevertheless. A great pain came. Because he didn't hit the vital point, two men in black jumped out. Blocked his way. There was actually someone using a pin pistol, and it seemed to be a professional killer. What the hell is going on here?

My mother, Samantha, believed I was born a liar. Because she was deceived by my father's sweet words in her youth and abandoned after giving birth to me and my sister, Mia, she harbored a deep, bitter hatred for lies. She begged a witch for two magic rings. The rule was simple: if the wearer lied, the ring would glow red and burn them with magic. Mia's ring never hurt her, even when she broke a vase and blamed it on me. But if I simply said, "I'm thirsty," my ring would sear my flesh until I screamed. At first, I tried to defend myself, but Mom would just say, "The ring doesn't lie. Only through repeated punishment can your wicked soul be cleansed." After thousands of burns, even I started t

He felt it was necessary to make up this story else, it would be left there just like that. "I will inform you about the price after I have told you the tale. Do you accept this offer? Remember, I am telling you this story, based on first hand knowledge. I am pretty sure that you must have gotten hold of the Lexicon file" Carl mentioned, causing Jeffery to stare at him with actual shock, written all over his face. "How...how did you know?" Jeffery asked. "Because most of the late night calls you were recieving back then we're orchestrated by me" Carl revealed.

“The night that started all of this. I was drugged. Someone put something in my drink and I lost consciousness and woke up somewhere I did not recognize with no memory of what had happened in the hours between.” She paused but only briefly, not giving herself room to stop. “The man who was supposed to carry out the original plan was Jephthah. He was paid to drug me and then sleep with me while I was unconscious and take photographs that could be used against me. Evidence to destroy my reputation and give the elders the ammunition they needed to remove me from this pack permanently.” I said nothing. I had promised her I would not and I kept that promise even though what she was describing was

With the other, he raised his glass and began to drink. “I've had a lot on my plate lately, Eva, and I need your help,” Ron told me, “Regarding Jeff's death, he was found murdered and his body dumped at sea! Of course, I kept the news from the public. Apart from his wife, very few people know the cause of Jeff's death!” I was shocked. Jeff was not only my husband's right-hand man, but also a former Mafia member. Who would kill him? “Maybe they're not after Jeff!” Rowen looks at me meaningfully. “I'm guessing it has something to do with the business merger next month -- the competition!”

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

said Jefferyand Cynthia gasped in surprise . " Don't ...don't think what you are thinking and don't judge me for it .. I am not like your boyfriend who kills innocents ...it was when i transformed for the first time i had no control on me back then and the vampire blood was attracting me like a drug so i slaughtered an entire family of vampires .....I actually did a favour on the whole village they were already terrified of the night hunts of these vampires ...they killed a bunch of people in the small town nearby people were so scred that they stopped coming out after dark hunts became limited but didn't stop ....the only reason i carry no guilt on my shoulder of what i did .' said Jeffer

Alfred muttered, "He died by his own hands after Reiss' mother left. Poor thing left with a son to nurse." That was a sad story. It only showed what humans were capable of. Vile creatures who knew nothing but to hurt each other. "That must have broken him, poor soul." Alfred sighed again, "Now, to you. Tell me what's happening." Ah, yes. My sad sob story. I was now dreading having to talk to him about it now. "I found the one I'd been looking for." "What?" Alfred's eyes bulged. "The traitor? You found her?"

“I thought Jesse said he’s really busy and hard to get a hold of.” Jesse was Phoebe’s boyfriend, a rich young heir in the same social strata as Cyrrus. A lesser-known fact was that Jesse Waters was Cyrrus Lied’s college classmate. However, a lesser-known fact was by no means a secret, which meant it was easily within Black Dahlia’s reach. Once Aria found out that Jesse’s new girlfriend, Phoebe Jones, was working in Lied Pharmaceuticals’ HR department, it was a simple matter of forging a resume and lying her way through the interview.