The Original Jeff The Killer Story Novels & Stories

“I want to know everything about that guy. If he is really the killer, then he's more dangerous than we might think him to be. Also, I would like you to double the shadow guards around my wife. I don't want to leave anything to chance” “Yes si—” Jeff's phone vibrated and he retrieved it from the inner pocket of his suit. He reads through whatever message was sent to him and smiles, which later turns to a grin. “They have gotten the identity of the supposed killer,” Jeff reported, smiling brightly. “I have just sent it to you sir” I drop the tablet and click open the document Jeff sent to me on my laptop. *** Name: Rossi Emilio Silvestri Date of Birth: March 14, 1991

“Congratulations. You managed to guess correctly. I killed Jeff.” “You vicious, greedy man. How could you bear to do that to your own father?” “He is not my father other than a sperm donor. He was never present in my life like a father. My mother and I lived miserably in an old, dilapidated cabin with rodents stealing our food supply every day. When I was five years old, my mother managed to find Jeff's address and she went to see him with me. We were lucky because my mom was Jeff's first love and he still cared about my mom. Jeff intended to marry my mother, but not as his main wife, but only as a mistress that he would use when he was fighting with his first wife. My mother, of course, did

She made no attempt to fight them even when the light burst from every corner and she was blindingly ushered into an office. "You're the wolf that killed my father", growled Alpha Mathew of the Stark Pack. He held his position behind his mahogany desk – his fist curling as she entered the room. He had taken over at the age of twenty-five when the news of his father's death had reached them. "Why didn't you kill me?" "You didn't deserve mercy", he stood from the wilted leather chair and made his way towards her. It was something he had battled with during her capture. His father would not have killed her in case she proved useful, therefore he had reluctantly left her in the cells to rot.

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

Ellen wasn't willing but she came around. " you need to promise me you won't be angry and react", Ellen asked Jeffrey. Jeffrey was quiet but later said my love tell me, you've got nothing to worry. "I- I think I got raped and had those little ones, I got raped by Kelvin, but I can't really place my finger on any evidence yet. Jeffrey got very furious when She narrated what she could remember to him. Jeffrey left Ellen at the restaurant and went to Kelvin's home, Kelvin was in a meeting with his mom out his house.

It wasn’t my intention to classify horror movies as cheap. I picked my phone from the side table to see if I have some messages. I saw Lexy’s name on the screen. Notifying a message from her. I immediately opened it and read her message. Lexy: “Jen was jailed together with her boyfriend. They caught them using drugs.” I covered my mouth. And then I burst into laughter. Wews! That was a piece of good news. Jen using drugs could be one of a reason to kill someone. Now I do not have problems anymore. I am sure that they will see Jen as the main suspect for killing Samantha. Poor girl! That’s what she gets for not being careful.

Jonathan was also imprisoned for what he did. He is the one that killed the hotel cleaner everyone thought that Jeffery killed. He knew that the case of the drug abuse is not enough to convict Jeffrey, so he killed the girl to make Jeffrey's case more intense. He made his men threaten the doctor that helped Evelyn to take Elizabeth's DNA test to change the result to negative. He was able to cut a piece of Evelyn, Raymond and Richard's hair by paying people who pretended to bump into them and cut their hair through the process. That was how they were able to get the DNA test done which revealed that Raymond and Evelyn were not Richard's real parents.

I remembered him vividly well. He sure as hell was the man I shot in my memories. Despite he was covered in bruises and dried blood, he had this cocky smile on his face that gave away the fact that he wasn’t from an ordinary family, yet, I killed him because of a fucking woman, not caring about what his family might do to me. My eyes flickered from the first photo until the last and that was all I needed to accept the glaring truth. I was indeed Guiliano Jensen. A killer. A psychopath. And a man with mafia genes running through his veins.

"They were like a different species, totally different from us. Only that they were too naive and knew nothing about violence." "It must have been a heaven." Sandra nodded, her next word interrupted by Jeff's whisper. "There's one of the Killer mummies heading over." "Do you think they heard us?" Wei asked. "No." Jeff stayed fix in his position. "This one is different. It feels as if he is looking back at me." "What do you—" Salvador was about to head over when Jeff jumped aside, blood gushing out of his right shoulder from where he was hit. "Fuck."

"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!"