Novel & Cerita Jeff The Killer Unedited

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.

Archie lay still with unsteady breathe and violent heartbeat. The killer grabbed the silver knife in his hands and raised it. Archie’s eyes grew bigger seeing the knife now above in the air. In the moment of fling the knife was stabbed in Archie’s chest where his heart was supposed to be. But the killer was not satisfied with one stab so he pulled out the knife back and stabbed again and again and again until he was satisfied. "Its not over Archie Hamilton. Not Yet." The killer said in angered tone. Seeing the light of life now completely gone from Archie’s eyes the killer was now more than satisfied. He got off Archie’s stomach and sat beside him on his feet.

I asked, my head throbbing “I couldn’t figure out why such kind of a man could stalk me. “Did Jeff send you to kill me?” I asked cowering away from him. His eyes sharpened on my face and for a minute I saw something flash in them. “What do you mean I want to kill you? No…. fucking way. I’m not a murderer in any way and I have never associated myself with Jeff. Did he treat you that badly? he asked, looking genuinely concerned but I was not in the mood for entertaining him. I wanted him gone. I never even wished to meet with him again.

Quill asked in confusion, "Captain Hefner, how did you know that this was a trap that the killer had set up?" If he remembered it correctly, he hadn't mentioned Aaron's conversation with him on the rooftop to anyone since the incident. Could it be that Jefferson had a bionic ear? Jefferson didn't plan to hide anything from Quill too. He handed the letter to Quill and admitted, "I'm not as resourceful as you think but I just received this threat letter." As soon as Quill read the letter, his previous doubts were finally cleared. He grunted, "Captain Hefner, what type of person could this murderer be? He's so arrogant. He not only dismembered his victims but also dared to threaten you."

His body twitched once, and then—humiliatingly—he wet himself. I sneered coldly. “Do you think I’d ruin my life just to kill you? Scum like you deserves to live crippled and rotting in prison, suffering for the rest of your miserable life.” “Waaah!” Jasper broke down completely, sobbing like a madman. As the sound of sirens grew closer, I let out a breath and collapsed onto the ground, drained of all energy.

"I don't have a home." "Don't make me do this the hard way." Marcus advanced, step by step, his Alpha presence making the very air tremble. "The hard way?" I took a step back, feeling no fear. "What more can you do? Kill me?" "I would never hurt you!" A crazed look flashed in Marcus's eyes. "But I will never, ever let you leave me!" I watched him silently, then held up my phone. The screen showed a sent-mail confirmation. "It's too late, Marcus," I said, meeting his gaze and enunciating every word.

It's just too freaky! But despite all of that, I have something in my mind that struck me as the oddest thing I have ever heard. ‘I like your smile.’ Ha! Like my smile? Only a psychopath would say that – which I think that Prick guy is. But still, it was the first time anyone had ever said it to me. Could it be that this killer smile of mine is slowly diminishing?

“Boss Tom, it looks like he won’t be able to take it.” “Carry on.” Thomas’ tone was cold without any emotions. The God of War’s ruthlessness had instantly fired up. One slap after another, and one punch after another. Jeffy was beaten up for about five hours. Jeffy was beaten up so much that his face was distorted, and the floor was full of blood. “Kill… Just kill me…” Jeffy said with his last breath. It was only at this time that he realized what pain meant, and what the living hell was. Instead of being beaten to death like this, he preferred dying straightaway.

"How could I order you to take drugs from the restricted cabinet in the first place? You're the moron who killed someone out of incompetence, and now this is my fault? How shameless can you be?" I sighed. "You're pretty heartless yourself, aren't you? When you were head over heels for him, that same incompetence was 'adorable.' Now he's just a moron to you?"