Jess The Killer Novels & Stories

Because if you live outside this city, or if you don’t read the tabloids, or if you don’t listen to the podcasts — you might think he was just one more name on one more news cycle. He wasn’t. He was a ghost. He had been a ghost for years. Nobody had ever seen his face. Nobody had ever caught him on a traffic camera. Nobody had ever taken a photograph that wasn’t blurred silver and shadow. Seventeen confirmed kills, the last count I’d seen, and every one of them a man who had hurt someone smaller than himself and walked away from the consequence. A tabloid writer had called him the Verdict Killer in a piece three years ago and the name had stuck because it fit. Because what he did was not mur

"Why does your alpha mind need to track my brother's coordinates?" Jeffrey, caught completely off-guard by my sharp tone, stumbled back a step, his tongue thick in his mouth. "Jeffrey Walker, Jessa is my rogue brother, and his free spirit is worlds apart from a playboy alpha like you. My claws would really prefer it if you did not make his heart your next temporary hunting trophy," I said, my protective instincts flaring to protect my pack mate. I had wanted to voice my fierce warnings the previous evening, but I had held my tongue because Jessa was standing right there.

"You're a lunatic, Victoria." I leaned against the window, watching the crowd pound on the glass. "But only lunatics are remembered, Agent." And this, all of this, was my masterpiece. The case exploded across the nation. Soon, the "Coma Killer" case was trending everywhere. [Former Art Prodigy Kills Ten: A Twisted Mind or a Deeper Conspiracy?] [Can a Person in a Coma Kill? Experts Weigh In on the Methods] The buzz on Twitter was hotter than the presidential election.

Ray could see it: beneath her playful, coquettish facade, there was an unmistakable flicker of unease. That was to be expected. Who would feel joyful after killing someone for the first time? Even after a hundred kills, normal people didn't react like that. Only a killer—or a madman—would. Jess was using this small act to redirect the negative emotions from taking a life. Ray smiled, took the gun back, and without even looking, fired several rounds from the spatial portal, swiftly ending the lives of the remaining struggling men. "Let's go home." He located Lucien's body, absorbed his superpower, and then he and Jess boarded the hovercraft, heading back to Bay Garden.

It was the past she had tried so hard to bury, now clawing its way back to the surface. She forced her expression into a mask of indifference, but Kane wasn’t fooled. He saw the flicker of recognition, the way her fingers twitched at her sides, the way her jaw tightened just slightly. His smirk widened. “You’re going to track down the ones who let him escape,” Kane continued, his voice smooth and deliberate. “Find them. Kill them.” A test. A mission. A trap. Jessa let out a soft, mocking hum. “Hope you don’t get lost,” she murmured, amusement clear in her voice.

Jessica was not really herself. The sudden burst of power she experienced was even far beyond her comprehension. She was dazed and confused and most importantly, she was powerful. Jessica had single-handedly killed all the pack guards left behind by Alpha Landon and that was not all, she was advancing on her friend with murderous intent.

Before I could even utter something, she went on, “He’s not a bad person… It’s just that he had been led astray by his obsession to resurrect Sheila.” “Then, why did he say: Whatever happened between us out there, it’s not over, Jess,” I snapped at her. She looked at me for a second and then answered, “You realize that all he’s doing is provoking you, right?” “When will he stop calling you Jess?! I asked angrily. I knew that I looked horrible, questioning Jessica in this manner and being aggressive with her was not what I had in mind. Still, it was killing me to know what might have happened between them. They were alone and she did not even kill him. Instead, she brought him with her, here!

Zara said with a straight face with arms folded on her chest. “We are still looking for him.” Inspector Ken said taking his seat right of in front of Zara “You guys have been telling us this since forever now.” Zara said getting frustrated “Zara, we are trying are best, but the killer is too smart…” Inspector Ken on which Zara scoffed taking Inspector Ken’s words as lame excuses

Nico asked. “Oh it’s a long story but the short version is that.. I might have hacked into her phone and computer. She sent lots of nudes to them.” Jess said casually. “I thought it was Jenna’s doing..” Jeremy said. “It was me.” “Where did you learn how to hack?” Nico asked, completely speechless. I bet he needs a therapist after this. “She’s a genius.” I said and Nico turned to me in disbelief. “Jesus, don’t make me die early..”

Making sure no one sees me nor hears my evil laugh. “Miss Jen, what are her last words before going out?” the investigator asked. Jen cleared her throat and exhaled heavily before answering the question. “She told me that she is going to meet here someone named Joshua,” she answered. “Who is Joshua?” asked one of my classmates. The investigator raised his palm stopping him from questioning. “I should be the one asking her. Do not meddle,” the investigator said. His name is Mr. Scott. I just saw it in his badge to his chest. “So, who’s Joshua?”