Jeff The Killer Unedited 소설 & 이야기

"That scar has to be fake! You just want me to be your scapegoat! You're jealous because Mom and Dad always loved me more, so now you're scheming to get me killed." Seeing Emma crying in his arms, Noah grabbed me by the hair and dragged me in front of her, forcing me to confess. "Anna, you were the killer, yet you have the nerve to frame Emma. You evil woman! Apologize to Emma! Maybe then I'll put in a good word with the cops!" Noah's grip was strong, causing my scalp to ache terribly, but it couldn't compare to the pain of being slashed to death in my previous life. I looked up at the two of them viciously, laughing in exasperation.

Jeff visited, his face full of concern, looking for a shred of truth he could print. "I got into the car, Jeff. I was driving, everything was fine. Then, suddenly, the car just... stopped obeying me. It was like a ghost took the wheel. The next thing I knew, the world was upside down," I told him, clutching the thin hospital blanket. "I wasn't drunk. Why would I kill myself when I’m this close to proving everything? I have a legacy to claim.”

He had been a promising kid, fast with a blade and loyal to a fault. Now, he was a corpse. In a bid to humiliate him, they sat his body upright, his head lolling back against the chair, his eyes wide and vacant, staring at nothing. "My God, Uncle. Look at his chest," Nathaniel whispered. I stepped closer, my jaw tightening until it ached. Stefan’s designer shirt, once white, was now a deep, matted crimson. But it was what was pinned to the shirt that caught my eye.

“Your name before you pass out on me?” That’s when Jeff realized she was correct the light-headedness was not going away it was getting worse. The light was not getting dimmer. He was sinking very slowly into unconsciousness. “Jeffery… Jeffery Bandor.” With that, it was lights out. ———————————————

“I-I’m sorry. I can’t tell you.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jeffrey sneaking up on the gunman. I just needed to keep him distracted for a little longer. “Yes, you can. You’re going to kill me anyway, right? I deserve to know who wants me dead.” The man growled in frustration and ran his free hand through his hair. “You don’t understand!” Just as the homeless werewolf cocked his gun, Jeffrey pounced on him. He pinned the other man’s arms down with his legs and ripped the pistol out of his hand, throwing it far out of his reach.

The sharp pain came but soon became less painful as he continued to lick it with his tongue. “Alright now. Kill her.” He spoke without even looking at his phone and continued his work on my neck. My eyes opened like saucers upon hearing him and darted my eyes at the screen. I began to shook my head after seeing Jeff take out a black pistol from under his black hoodie while one of the strong women went towards Patricia's back and held her head up revealing her badly bruised face.

"Damn it! You won't have the last laugh, Jeff! You won't!" ******************* Jeffrey returned to his office, sipping hot coffee, trying to calm his raging nerves. Fred burst inside, panting. "You really need to see this," Fred said, thrusting his phone toward him. Jeff's eyes darkened as he read the headline: JEFFERY LU'S PRIVATE LOVE STORY: MODEL ANITA SHOWS OFF MASSIVE ENGAGEMENT RING IN EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW. "Damn it!" he cursed, slamming the cup down. "Everybody is just getting on my last nerve."

She tugged Jeff’s hands crying hysterically “Jeff, I can’t live with killing someone… oh… Jeff…” “Darling…Shhh!” Jeff coaxed patiently and comforted her till she fell asleep. He rose from the bed with knitted brows. He couldn’t believe those stupid women had the nerve to use his woman as a gun. He was going to make them bleed. He narrowed his eyes as he called a friend who works in the hospital. There were no admissions in the hospital. Jeff hesitated before calling Bryan. “Big bro, can we meet somewhere outside?” “Um” “Can we meet at downtown café?”

“But she was going to use that opportunity to get you back. I don't know how.” Finn scoffed and stood up. “Okay, let's meet her and see what she's up to…” “Honey…” Jojo called in confusion. “Don't worry, honey,” Finn said gently. “I got this. No one is taking me away from you…” But Jeff shook his head. “There is still something you need to hear,” he said and fast-forwarded the audio. “You know, I think he killed his wife's best friend's mom,” Cliff said.

¨its your health Cynthia, should I get you my doctor, I promise he ca-¨ ¨its okay Jeffery, I know myself well, I can guarantee I´ll be fine¨. Jeffery looked skeptical, he stared down at her and again, she got more uncomfortable, ¨please put me down¨, she lowered her head and Jeffery resigned. he reached for the sofa and layed her there. then he removed his jacket and covered her with it,