Jeff The Killer Unedited Novels & Stories

Jeff reached over and stopped the movie. We both took a moment to catch our breath before speaking. Jeff was the first to speak. “Oh god, that was incredible. You looked so sexy...” he said. “Are you going show me sometime how you jack that big thing when I’m not around?” I asked him. “Sure, as long as I can watch you play with that pretty, shaved pussy at the same time” he said. “So, is there any more on the tape?” I asked. “Yes, quite a bit. Do you want me to tell you about it?” he said. “No!” I said quickly. “That’s the second part of my plan. I want you to do to me, exactly what you did to her.”

"You know, blow each other. It'll be better than jerking off again. Don't tell me you won't be rubbing one out tonight either." "Are you serious, Jeff?" "I'm dead serious. No one has to know." I didn't know if he was messing with me and I figured I'd call his bluff so I said, "Okay, you go first." Jeff replied, "Okay, whip it out but if you don't do me, I'll kill you."

His tone is so cold that it could freeze an ocean. "Just kill me, you piece of shit!" Jeffery curses out with his eyes still fixed on the cat in Lexis's hold. He knows that if Lexis kills him, he would no longer find the cat useless and even if he kills it, he wouldn't be alive to witness the poor creature die. It would be less painful for him that way.

moment I knew I was safe with Jeff and knew he was serious about protecting me. I let it all out, I told him everything I knew. Everything that had happened leading up to Ketzias murder and even about my recurring dream that was really a memory. He listened quietly and asked very minimal questions. Once I was done I let out a sigh of relief. Telling Jeff all of this made me feel a bit better and it was like a weight was lifted off my shoulders. I wasn’t in this alone and that made it easier to breath. After I was done I expected him to freak out a bit about all this supernatural nonsense but he took it all in and acted like it was a normal Tuesday. He was asking me how the fire started but

She needed to be sure the money went to the right person. She flipped through her mails but there was none from her blackmailer. She heaved a sigh and laid her head to rest. Tiny hands tugged at her as she closed her eyes to sleep. Voices that requested food and water yelled at her. Imaginary hands pulled at her hair and pressed in on her in her sleep. It was nightmarish. **** Jeff removed his hoodie right in the taxi. He removed the memory card in the dash cam of the car and formatted it on his phone.

He asked, facing one of the hidden cameras directly. “The one who you referred to as your enemy which I signed a contract with, perform hard on me. So hard that I screamed when he did it with me but you're such a lazy coward who thinks he has money and can control everyone". Jefsexy fired back in anger pointing his long fingers straight at him. "Oh I see. Jeffrey the cleaner is now a whore who danced to every beat he heard on the street. You're a prostitute." He fired back, raising his hands to demonstrate as he spoke.

“Well, wasn't it broadcast everywhere, on all the television channels? I'm sure you've watched it. Jeff died because he fired a gun at his own heart.” “No, you said Jeff was shot, not committed suicide.” Shanon narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "You killed him." Calvin raised his face to face the cabin ceiling, his hands on his hips and he stood with his back to Shanon. He smiled at first, but suddenly that smile turned into a very loud and discordant laugh. He laughed in front of Shanon like a psychopath who had just been caught in the act of committing a crime. “Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.”

Jeffery remained standing near the bed watching everything calmly. H1 continued stitching without interruption. Another sharp cry escaped Clara as the pain deepened further. Tears gathered uncontrollably at the corners of her eyes now, but anger still remained stronger than weakness inside her expression. “You obsessed fucking psychopath,” she cursed breathlessly. “You keep pretending this is punishment when you are clearly enjoying every second of this.” Jeffery folded his arms slowly across his chest. “You think too highly of yourself,” he replied evenly. “Your death simply belongs to me now.”

"I'll make sure everything is investigated. You'll get a fair outcome." Jeff shuddered, as if he had just been doused in ice water. "Scott! Scott, please! I was wrong, okay? I messed up! I won't do it again! Just this once, don't report it!" Scott didn't hesitate. He lifted a hand. "Take him." As they dragged Jeff away, he realized begging wasn't going to save him. His voice turned vicious as he spat out curses. "You scum! You're dead! You hear me? You're dead! I hope you end up alone, rotting like a stray dog! I hope the zombies tear you apart and eat you alive, and you'll have no body left to bury!"

Whoever interferes with me, I will kill him and we will both go to hell. ***