Jeff The Killer Unedited の小説・ストーリー

“Ariella… you’re not alone.” But she barely heard him. Because her gaze had landed on one last document. Pinned low. Old. Yellowed. A police report. The one from the night her father died. Except this version… had details missing from the official record. And one line was circled in red. “Primary suspect remains unidentified.” Ariella’s voice broke as she whispered: “Then who killed my father…?” Rafael stepped forward again. His expression shifted—slowly, almost painfully.

“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.

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“You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.” Jeffrey was afraid of death. “It ain’t my fault, someone paid me to do it. It really ain’t my fault,” he pleaded. “Make him pay instead. I just did it for the money!” “Who told you to do it?” Alejandro asked. When Jeffrey hesitated, Jett kicked him. He immediately came clear. “It… It was Seaton S. Bart! That big shot businessman, Seaton S. Bart! I’m dead anyway, whether I sell him out or not… Mr. Smith, let me off. I’ll do anything!”

"Are you insane?" I distanced the phone to my ear just as my friend Elaine shouted that. Then rubbing my left ear, I let out a depressed sigh. "You do realize that what you did was wrong, right? Isn't this your dream? It is finally coming true, Jeff! Would you like them to drop you?!" "I know, I know.. I shouldn't have picked a fight with the greatest producer of all time." "Watch your tone," she warns. "Now I understand that you don't like him, but you will have to deal with it. This is for your dream, Jeff."

Now that Jessa had come face-to-face with the literal culprit on the plane, her claws were absolutely determined to get raw justice for her best friend! Jeffrey, caught in an incredibly awkward moment and knowing deep in his soul he was in the wrong, muttered something about Jessa being completely crazy before quickly grabbing his luggage and fleeing down the aisle. He had just come to after being hospitalized himself by Brooke's wild pack turns, eager to warn Grant about the lawyer's traps, only to learn that Grant had been stabbed by silver and barely escaped death! Despite his own painful injuries, Jeffrey had hurriedly packed his gear and rushed to Swevia Country.

“Ella, I know you hate me. That’s fine. I have plenty of time to make it up to you. I’ve already had your mother buried in the most luxurious cemetery in New Yorke—” “Andrew.” I stopped him. “Do you think that murderers mourning their victims are touching?” Andrew’s hand shook violently. The documents slipped from his grip and scattered across the floor.

And finally, I found a thick genealogy record. My pulse quickened, and I opened it: Alpha families, beta clans, ancient houses, page after page until I reached the V section or what should have been the V section. The pages had been removed. It was cut perfectly. I stared at the space; someone hadn't wanted those pages destroyed, they wanted them erased. "...Why?" "Good question." I spun around. Adrian. He stood between two shelves, one hand resting casually against a stack of books. "You enjoy sneaking up on people."

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

Jason gained some fame through his sob story, but he underestimated his parents, who were infamous for their temper. Esther and Robert went live too, exposing everything that Jason had done: how he beat up his classmates, his terrible grades, and even failing college. As more and more dirt surfaced, Jason's reputation got worse. In the end, he was turned into an outcast. Where he went, I did not know. The last I heard from him was when he called me from overseas. He yelled, "Aunt Eva!" over cackling static. Then, there was screaming. I hung up without hesitation.