Jeff The Killer Unedited Face Novels & Stories

he said again, I slowly sat up on the bed and leaned on the edge of the bed, “The pocket knife that was found in Jeremy hand had your finger print on it, it’s very normal for people to lift your fingerprint, so I have to find something more solid to prove your innocence” “I would have used an Alibi, but apparently the guy is claiming to have been sent by you, I’m confused Adil, but I’m sure that I’ll find a way,” I said to him, he exhaled deeply and slowly moved the camera closer to his face, “Janelle, the video you saw, was not edited, it was me in the video and the guy you saw in the video was Jeff!” He muttered. “I know,” I replied, I watched as his eyes went wide in surprise,

Nate finally pulls down the face mask and shows his trademark killer smile. “Who’s it gonna be?”

Shock. That's what Rafael had mentioned several times, that I was still in shock from the experience. Perhaps he was right. The entire night replayed in my mind, frame by frame, each image more horrifying than the last. I would never forget the face of the killer or the jagged scar running from his cheek to his chin, accompanied by his evil grin. He had taken pleasure in the act, savoring the moment as he slit Lucas' throat while I watched in horror.

He says as he laughs his ass out. “You should have seen the look on her face when she saw the video clip. She insinuated it was photo shopped but later confirmed it was he husband.” He adds still laughing. “Just drop me at my office first. You'll pick me at six so that we can go and meet Jeff with all the information.” I announce as we head towards the city centre. **** It's way past six when we finally pull up in Jeff's fast parking lot. He's expecting us therefore we find the door open when we finally knock at it.

I signed in defeat as I looked at Jeff , the blonde hair packed to the back with the tattoos that never helped his sadistic look. I don’t know” I groaned in confusion as I ran my hands through my hair over and over again. What about her? Who? Jeff stared at me and glared hardly. You don’t plan on dragging her into your sick world, the woman had gone through one of the worst traumatic things and I think she needs a break. My mouth curls into a smile as I stare at Jeff this was the first time he would ever try to show concern on anyone and it was shocking but that wasn’t the case.

Marcia instinctively shrank back, only to realize he wasn't approaching her but Claire. "Open your mouth," Jeff said flatly. "Huh?" Claire blinked, startled. "Open your mouth," he repeated. Seeing Claire hesitate, the nurse nearby explained, "Dr. Jeff needs to check if your throat inflammation has fully cleared up. If not, he'll prescribe medication. We forgot to check earlier." Understanding, Claire immediately opened her mouth wide. After a quick examination, Jeff stated calmly, "You're fine now. Pack your things; you can be discharged." With that, he turned to leave. However, just as he reached the door, he paused and said lightly, "For the record, my face is not round."

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffrey sneaking up on the gunman. I just needed to keep him distracted for a little longer. “Yes, you can. You’re going to kill me anyway, right? I deserve to know who wants me dead.” The man growled in frustration and ran his free hand through his hair. “You don’t understand!” Just as the homeless werewolf cocked his gun, Jeffrey pounced on him. He pinned the other man’s arms down with his legs and ripped the pistol out of his hand, throwing it far out of his reach.

Even Melanie, who was sitting by the side, was so excited that she couldn’t stand. Even when Jefford was still wearing a hat and mask, his every movement, the way he looked at them... It was Jeffrey. He improved so much in one night! How could he... look so much... like him...? “Uncle Sheppard, I’m still alive.” When Jeffrey opened his mouth, there was also excitement in his eyes. It was his first time seeing an old friend with his old identity. Lando was so shocked that he walked over and patted Jeffrey’s arm...

It’s like he’s watching to see if I’d slip away and run off with Jeff. If I were alone with him? Hell yes. Fortunately, I have Ethan by my side. I’m not letting him go until this is over. Oh my God, I think as I come to a realization. Ethan’s father is a killer, a criminal. Oh my God. How is he going to take it? He can never find out, I conclude. At least not now. “Good heavens, God must really like me,” Jeff exclaims, coming to stand before me. He doesn’t even acknowledge his friend first.

“ At last we are free “ I whispered and kiss him on his forehead.We walk out and shot the door, we climbed down the stairs and walk into the livingroom. Jeff turned in the opposite direction of the kitchen, and I had little choice but to follow after him. Not that I minded watching his firm ass in the pants that fit perfectly around the snug curve of his hips. I thought about how close I’d come to tasting what was inside there, and a gush of warmth flooded through me. Jeff peered more closely at me, his hand extending to touch my swollen jaw. I winced and pulled back as fury colored his face. “Who did that to you?” he hissed. “What happened to your face?”