Jeff The Killer The Game Novels & Stories

she told him looking worried “Hey, your brother mentioned something about your limited knowledge about this place, how long have you been here?” “About a year or more, I can’t tell anymore" she looked him straight in the eyes “it wasn’t easy getting to this place". “I ......-" he waited for a customer to pass by before he continued in a lowered voice “I wanted to know, that first guy we killed-" “You mean YOU killed" she cut him off “Ok" he sighed “the one I killed, he called me something, he called me Jhin I think, is that my name or is that even a name”

Who knew? The premise of the game was that the player had to hunt down and kill as many sick, twisted criminals as they could within a time limit and not get caught by the police. But there seemed to be a glitch when the player got above a certain number of kills and Mason had no clue what was causing it. The problem was that when a player reached the threshold, they gained some sort of superhuman abilities, which was not in the original design. This was not meant to be a paranormal or supernatural game; it was meant to be an everyday average Joe Blow losing his shit when his wife was murdered and going on a rampage to hunt down her killer, taking out as many other fuckers as you could along

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

“Kill him. Don’t hesitate and finish him as quickly as you can. I know you like to torture your victims but end this as soon as you can. I don’t like seeing you with another wolf.” Smiling at his words, relieved that had been what had bothered Alastor she nodded at him and getting on her toes she kissed him, “Just give me a few minutes.” Once again Jeivel was surprised by the vicious pride overflowing from the two and for a moment he wondered if he had wrongly judged her. Shifting into his wolf he howled out a battle cry to let everyone know what was happening and Vevina saw the wolf standing before her to be of a brown color but with a smaller build than her mate.

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

she whispered. “Oh, I would.” His tone was deadly calm.“Because unlike you, I don’t get sentimental about my enemies. So make your choice, Amira. Either you remember why you’re here…or you’ll watch him die the way your brother did.” The line went dead. Amira’s phone slipped from her trembling hand and clattered against the floor. She stared blankly ahead, her chest caving in, her tears spilling faster than she could wipe them away. Alessandro was getting unhinged. The plan was to get Justice the legal way and bring him to his knees…..not KILL HIM!

she exclaimed and sighed in frustration. “We need to teach you how to walk properly with the heels ma'am” another of the workers said and though Jenna wanted to refuse due to her dislike for feminine wears but she needed she had no choice than to agree. “Fine” she rolled her eyes, slipping Alessia's picture into her bag. ~~~~ A BAR… Could anything be more bothersome than the guilt of eliminating one's life? Bryan couldn't bear the guilt and the worry of having a corpse at home!.. “What if her mother goes to her house, she's familiar with her daughter's pass code remember?” Stephen, his best friend asked.

He was clearly not interested in cooperating with them. "We've come here to talk about working with you, Jeffrey," Alyssa began, using a more acceptable term. "Work with me? Do you think I'm an idiot, Ms. Alyssa? I nearly died under both your hands. You two want to work with me? What nonsense!" Jeffrey scoffed. "You didn't succeed in killing us, though you wanted to, did you?" Alyssa asked with a faint smile. Jeffrey's brows furrowed. He was a mercenary, a trained hitman. Alyssa's words were insulting his expertise.

Current timestamp. Live feed. Jeff's fist went through the laptop screen. "No. No." But the coordinates kept blinking in the corner of the ruined display. Somewhere in Kyoto. Waiting. *** The private jet hummed through the night, but the silence between us was louder. Jeff hadn't spoken since Kyoto flashed on the screen—just methodically destroyed every piece of electronics in the motel room before dragging me to a black-market airfield. Now he sat across from me, sharpening a combat knife with violent precision, his father's dog tags gleaming around his neck. The same tags I'd seen in that damning video.

He turned to cast another glance at the corpse. “Amateurs trick. Take out a member. Use the body as a trap to draw out the group. Then, incite them to pursue and attack first while they lie in wait. Then come out and attack them—” “It's a massacre. A trap,” Nico breathed quietly. One of the younger guards approached them, swallowing hard. His voice shook as he asked, “Boss… should we… should we take it down?” Nero turned his head slowly, blazing eyes narrowing on the man like a predator considering prey. His voice dropped, dangerously soft.