Jeff The Killer Unedited Novels & Stories

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

On the day the kidnappers killed my son, I did not cry. I paid top dollar for the best lawyer in the city to argue that the kidnapper was innocent. And once he was free, I signed ten percent of my shares over to him. I also gave him the house my son had loved most. My husband, Alex Thomas, slapped me in front of the press. He called me a cold-blooded monster. People on social media boycotted my company and demanded my family kick me out. I endured every insult and every attack in silence. At the review hearing, I looked at my husband. "I thought you, of all people, would understand me."

The crowd silenced. A ringing sensation hummed within Jeff’s ears. Faint at first, then louder. His chest heaved, and air whistled through his teeth as he sucked in. His vision turned red with a flash of heat from behind his eyes. He laid Mr. Drake’s head next to the car’s tire and stood to face the others. A few onlookers grumbled, but nobody moved. Jeff met each of their stares. “You all did this.” The muscles in his neck tensed as he spoke, and his fingertips quivered. His breaths became shallow, and his lips pulled back over clenched teeth. He inched toward them. “He’s dead because of you.” Though they still held their weapons, each person backed away. “Now, wait just a minute.” Mr. Craw

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.

Jean said in an angry voice. “It means you already decided me as a killer and now you are trying to fit the consequences and the evidence in me. And I won't let you do that. If needed I'll find that Dr. Killer myself and then prove how wrong you all are.” after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room.

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.

Beta Kappa replied, unconcerned. "Oh really? You were only doing the right thing? I see, by framing my family, and putting the life of the people in danger," Jeffery rumbles, moving closer to the beta. Beta Kappa chuckled. "I didn't frame you at all my alpha, but I was only trying to follow the right path. You killed the human king, and I had to let his lovely wife know about it," he says with a smirk. "I didn't kill him, I didn't!" Jeffery grabs his clothes, angrily strangling his neck.

, exclaimed Jeffery moving his hand forward for a handshake . "Jeffery .I have heard about you .You are really popular ." said Cynthia shaking his hand . As Cynthia touched Jeffery's hand he gave an unusual stare . "What ." said Cynthia . " No .. Nothing ." stuttered Jeffery . Cynthia passed a radiant smile . "Well I heard you got attacked .I was here just to ask if you are fine ." said Jeffery . "Yeah I am okay .Doing pretty well now ." asnwered back Cynthia . "Okay nice . So take care I'll meet you later ." said Jeffery and left .

My own words sounded foreign to me, as if they were coming from a place beyond my control, from the very heart of the beast that had been unleashed. “No way...” Brandon’s disbelief was evident, his voice trembling as he spoke. But my grip on the blade tightened, the leather of my gloves creaking under the pressure. “I'm going to kill you,” I declared, each word dripping with venom that matched the red hue of my stained hands. “Slowly.”

Jack took a breath. Michael snorted, “You saw her covered in blood... She turned and lost control, she took our parents by surprise and slaughtered them... she's a murderer.” Michael looked from Alpha Luca to Jack. Jack shook his head, “I saw her first turn, it was slow and painful. She came to me three months after our parents died. She was pale and sweating, she started convulsing and I knew. I knew she'd been telling the truth. I locked her up in the cellar and stayed with her for the change. I told you all this the next morning!” Jack glowered at the four stood on the other side of the kitchen.