Jeff The Killer Story Original Novels & Stories

“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.”

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.

" I can't wait to see her fall. She thinks she's too good because she can fight." " Do you know those goons Dad had hired last week?" " Who? The ones who threatened the new restaurant owner?" " Yes," Jeff replied. " I got their number from Dad's office. They would do anything for money." " What are you planning to make them do?" Brad asked, looking interested. " Kidnap that girl and teach her a lesson," Jeff sneered. " Wow, she wouldn't be able to show her face anymore," Fred said, impressed by Jeff's plan.

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw

Jeffery said pointing out a lady who was looking at Sean “Everything about my Jenny is special. I should've ordered the sniper to just go ahead with the shot but what if he misses and he shoots Jennifer? I don't understand why would Jennifer choose Jerald fucking Carter as her husband. Why?” “You left her for five years… what do you expect?” Jeffery said and Sean sighed. “You're right. I should just go to her and show her that I'm alive. Yes, I should.” “No. That isn't a smart move, could be a trap to use Jennifer as your weakness. Think about it though, once Jerald learned about the attack a while ago he married Jennifer in front of a lot of people. His enemies included.” “That means my Jen

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

Carlos said and that had masked a stunned expression from his friend. "Eliminate? How are you going to stop them from ever talking, are you saying you want to kill him? You were just an accidental rapist and not a killer." Jeffery said to his friend plainly. "You have nothing to worry about because I won't kill him," Carlos responded. "You won't kill him but somebody else would carry out the operation for you! It's technically varied but trust me, it's the same thing because it is a crime to kill here." Jeffery reminded them.

she sighed, unable to contain the curiosity inside, “Why did you kill your parents? I know you; you had always been such a good girl and they had been so good to you. Then why would you do that-” Bang! The sudden sound of Vevina banging her fist against the metal desk made her jerk in her seat. This time the doe-like eyes had been narrowed and glaring at her. “You know nothing about me or my life!” Vevina hissed in annoyance. “This is the reason why I killed her! That woman had fooled you all into believing it. My life was nothing but a stage show that she ran. I was a puppet in her hands and she was a puppet in my whorish father’s hand.”

"If you hadn't egged me on, I wouldn't have done that," Marina screamed. "It was you. You killed Caitlin. You're the murderer." Anthony suddenly laughed, smacking himself. He wasn't holding back. I could see his cheeks swell up red even from a distance. He dropped to his knees. "You're right. I killed the woman who loved me. Her blood's on my hands. I'm a murderer." I rolled my eyes, and he pulled out his wedding ring, which he had taken off since Marina showed up.

While Matheus was at the top of the stairs, still recovering, gripping the railing tightly since both his legs were injured. "However, I was never really with your mother," Jeff started, his voice tense. "She was the Don's woman, and I’d been with Matheus's mother for many years. But I wanted the power that the mafia brought: the money, everything! As soon as I seduced your mother, I gained her trust, and with that, the title of underboss since she was the Don's right hand. But... she was already pregnant. At first, the Don had no idea. So, I took you for myself, you’d be another weapon to keep going since I wanted, for a long time, to kill your mother and go back to my wife, Matheus's mothe