Jeff The Killer Unedited Face Novels & Stories

The video showed my body. White dress drenched in blood. My face—slashed up so bad, it wasn't even mine anymore. I looked away. Couldn't handle it. But the internet? Who knows how many had already seen it. The staff's jaw tightened. "This is raw footage, Mr. Blenman. You were her fiancé. You should know her better than anyone. Do you believe it now?" Jeff's face twitched. He looked away fast, like he couldn't stomach it. "Her face is wrecked. How can you even tell it's her? And those wounds? Looks staged. You think a video's enough proof?

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

"Should I... should I remind you again that I got your family? That I have all you CCTVs? That I want a clean fucking job! Yuck! I don't want my hands to get dirty you idiotic brain!" "You always play safe, you demon!" "Uh, huh? Yes, demon, demon, yes! Now, kill that old man tomorrow, understand? I want Raven to be rationally done! To be insane! I want to his suffering, his fucking vulnerable side! I want them all here tomorrow!" Jeffrey swift near to Dr. Geraldine, "...or else I'll kill your family..." Jeffrey wore his shades and pulled the trigger. The doctor hold his breathe and closed his eyes in terror. This must be his death. However, Jeffrey's laugh was heard, and nothing happened.

Jeff exhaled slowly, “The cameras at the protest were tampered with. There’s a gap in the footage, right at the moment the smoke bomb went off. Whoever did this knew exactly what they were doing.” My heart sank, “So we have nothing.” “For now,” His eyes darkened, “But I’m not giving up.” I stared at him, searching his face, “What are you going to do?” Jeff’s jaw flexed, “I have people looking for him and I don’t mean just security, I mean people who know how to find ghosts.” A shiver ran down my spine, Jeff wasn’t just talking about private investigators, he was talking about people from his past. The past he’d tried to keep buried.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

Hannah smiled inwardly, she felt like she had a happy family, which was one thing she had always wished for, not knowing something big and bad was about to happen. “The party, everyone is gonna put on a mask, I just want something unique,” Jessica said and everyone stared at her. “I think it’s a good idea” Hannah chipped in and Brandon sighed. Even if he wanted to say no, he could not oppose his wife. Meanwhile, Jeff had gotten home with his swollen face. He planted a soft knock on the door and the door flung open revealing Rosa. “Jeff, what happened to your face?” She asked as she stared at his face which was swollen and red, and there was blood on his nose.

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

I just held her gaze, waiting for the cold clarity to finally override the shock and panic. “He aimed past her,” I repeated slowly, my voice low and focused, forcing her to listen past her grief. “Outside the fence. Someone else was there.” Jasper clapped once, a single, sharp, mocking sound. “Bravo,” he praised, though it was venom. “Still sharp under pressure.” “Manipulative piece of shít,” Ciejill snarled, stepping up beside me. “You edited the footage.” “Of course I did,” Jasper replied pleasantly, completely unfazed. “Truth is boring without a little… enhancement.”

They looked like little white dots but they were people. “I figured you would need some incentive.” Alpha Rip snapped his fingers and the screen changed. The video being shown was an image of Judd. His face was completely flattened by the baseballs. He was missing his teeth and there was massive gashes acrossed his body. If I didn’t see what was happening, I would have no idea who that even was.

Jeff canceled his father's call and opened his email. Someone did email him, but it was anonymous. He opened the inbox and it contained a video. He immediately watched the video and saw Yen hurting his children. Jeff shook his head, but he had no plans to sue his mistress, he just told her because he knew that her blood was really hot towards her children. He was unaware that at that time Yen was already dead. He was about to call her, but his staff preceded him. "Yes, Garry?” he asked on the other line.