Jeff The Killer Unedited Novels & Stories

It was almost comical. He took a step away from Jefferson and raised the gun, aiming it at Jefferson’s head. “I’m glad you talked. I don’t mind torturing information from people, but I hate cleaning up the mess afterward.” Jefferson clenched his eyes shut and Jake pulled the trigger. Jefferson’s head snapped backwards, the sound of the gunshot deafening in the smaller space.

She just looked at him. "You know what I am," he said from behind her. "I know." "Then don't—" He stopped. She turned around."Don't what? Don't look at you like you're human? Don't put a band-aid on your arm? Don't sit here in this shitty motel room with a man who kills people for a living and still feel safer than I've felt in years?" His jaw tightened."You don't mean that." "I don't say things I don't mean."

A highway pursuit of a fugitive ended in a crash. I was rushed to the hospital alongside a death-row convict. "The patient's left chest cavity has been pierced by rebar. He needs emergency surgery immediately. Get his family on the line!" I did not want my mother, who was thousands of miles away, to worry. I forced myself to stay conscious and prepared to sign the consent form on my own. Yet the deputy chief of the military hospital snatched the form out of my hands. He ordered the staff to wheel me out of the operating room by force, all so they could treat the barely scratched convict instead. "Save him first. He has a clotting disorder. If the bleeding isn't stopped now, it'll be fata

“I’ll take my chances.” Blake raised an eyebrow, clearly testing him. Jeff shoved his hands into his pockets and leaned back like he was cool as ever, even though I could tell the nerves were still bubbling underneath. “I’m a good guy,” he said honestly. “No rotten skeletons in the closet.” I snorted softly under my breath. That had to be the cleanest, most polite way anyone had ever described Jefferey. “Besides,” he added quietly, “Esther doesn’t even know any of this yet.”

’ the message reads. ‘But he was unconscious. How can he kill someone when he is unconscious?’ Elizabeth just can't get the pieces together. He was unconscious when the police arrested him. He didn't know what was happening until he woke up in the hospital. What if Jeffery is not the one that kills the cleaner? But who could have killed the cleaner? Does Jeffrey have another enemy? But why would the enemy act from their own plan? ‘I don't know. I wonder so too. Maybe he woke up and through the effects of the drugs he killed the cleaner and fell back to unconsciousness. But I will still look into it, but whatever the case maybe, our plan was successful.’

DARLENE “Frank dug his own grave.” Jeff says after narrating everything to me. They've just arrived after passing by the police station to record their statements. “He sure has.” I say. “I wonder when he turned to be such a beast!” I'm angry at him for one reason though! He kidnapped my son and on top of that fed the kid with lies. Why should he lie that we killed his parents? I'm now more than convinced that he's sick in the head!

Current timestamp. Live feed. Jeff's fist went through the laptop screen. "No. No." But the coordinates kept blinking in the corner of the ruined display. Somewhere in Kyoto. Waiting. *** The private jet hummed through the night, but the silence between us was louder. Jeff hadn't spoken since Kyoto flashed on the screen—just methodically destroyed every piece of electronics in the motel room before dragging me to a black-market airfield. Now he sat across from me, sharpening a combat knife with violent precision, his father's dog tags gleaming around his neck. The same tags I'd seen in that damning video.

Jeff canceled his father's call and opened his email. Someone did email him, but it was anonymous. He opened the inbox and it contained a video. He immediately watched the video and saw Yen hurting his children. Jeff shook his head, but he had no plans to sue his mistress, he just told her because he knew that her blood was really hot towards her children. He was unaware that at that time Yen was already dead. He was about to call her, but his staff preceded him. "Yes, Garry?” he asked on the other line.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"

Jeff revealed, his eyes distant as if retracing his steps. The weight of his past actions and the loss he had endured were evident in his demeanor. "Why do you want to take revenge?" Drake's question hung in the air, his curiosity genuine as he sought to understand the motivations behind Jeff's desires. Jeff's voice wavered as he responded, his tone carrying a heaviness that seemed to be the result of years of suppressed emotions. "My family was killed," he said, his voice cracking slightly. "My wife and three children were killed on the same day at my old house."