The Original Jeff The Killer Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

he said to himself. I ARRIVED at the hotel as if nothing had happened, and I went straight to the room and didn't ring the doorbell because I had my card with me. “Jenn, good and you're back. Where are you from?” Haressa asked worriedly. She and Lie are currently drinking beer. Before I answered, I opened a bottle of beer and sat in front of them. “I killed Jeff's mistress,” I replied calmly. “What?” they both asked at the same time and were obviously surprised.

“Tsk, you could do something bad to me.” Jeff smiled slightly because his intelligent brain was indeed devising brilliant ideas to rape Cylo until he could no longer walk normally. But seeing his condition, it seemed he had to postpone his brilliant plan for now. His focus now was to introduce himself to this hired killer. “Okay, let's talk.” Jeff stared at Cylo, who wasn't looking at him. “My name is Jefford William Ricardo. I am the leader of the Black Wolf mafia, and I am very interested in you, Cylo.”

Sean asked. "I said it was Colonel Zinn," Diego replied. "Good," Sean said. This approach spared him the trouble of lengthy explanations. After all, he preferred to keep his involvement with Melania and Blake to a minimum. "What about that guy? Has he confessed everything?" Sean cut to the chase. Since Diego had called him, it meant that the interrogation was wrapping up. "He spilled everything," Diego reported. "His name's Jeff, and he's a mercenary out of Wysteria. He was hired this time by a woman named 'Ms. J' to assassinate Blake in Skye City."

“One of them was Camilo Nunez.” My mouth went dry. “Camilo had a file,” she continued. “Proof Jeff orchestrated the whole stock crash before the acquisition. Insider trading. Wire fraud. The whole thing. Jeff buried it. Buried him.” I blinked. “You’re lying.” “I wish I were.” Her voice cracked. “Camilo tried to take his life. Two weeks ago. Back in Madrid. He left a note.” I froze. Jenny looked at me, eyes sharp with pity. “It said: Tell Demi the stars were never safe.”

"One that's been operating in the shadows for decades. They deal in everything from money laundering to blackmail, extortion, even murder when necessary. Your father stumbled onto something he shouldn't have. He was an accountant, right?" Jeffrey nodded slowly. "That's what I read in the newspaper." "He was working for a company that was a front for this organization," Jules continued. "He found discrepancies in the books, transactions that didn't add up. Being the honest man he was, he started digging. And that's when he signed his own death warrant." The waiter returned with their drinks, setting them down carefully before walking away. Neither man touched their cups. "Who killed him?" Jef

I grunted. "Jeffery is dead," Jerry revealed. I blinked in surprise as Jerry explained that Jeffery had fled the safe house to confront his ex-mate Alice. Somehow, she had wielded time-freeze magic, a formidable ancient power, and killed him. James had subsequently disposed of the evidence, leaving me to process this shocking development.

Walter had cornered one of Jeff’s constant tormentors, held him, and encouraged Jeff to beat the kid to death. The sense of power was incredible, and the two of them became inseparable. Walter was sadistic, violent. He’d enjoyed watching snuff films, shared the experience with Jeff, and eventually became obsessed with the idea of making them. Jeff filmed Walter’s private performances, each of which became a classroom for torture. At first, they’d used prostitutes, but twice they were able to lure a student to their warehouse. Afterward, Walter was always mellow for several weeks, a month or two even, if the sessions had been to his liking. Jeff knew that the need to kill was riding Walter ha

“Let me explain to you who Jeff is. I grew up in this pack with Jeff. Right from our teenagehood, Jeff has been one of the most promiscuous wolves in this pack. He has gone out there and I’m sure he has slept with almost every single woman in this pack, including those who are mothers. That is Jeff. “Jeff slept with our form teacher. Jeff slept with one of the elders in the pack, and he wasn’t even the beta then. It was his father who was the beta. Jeff slept with Eric’s homeroom teacher. Jeff slept with his girlfriend’s sister and her stepsister and her half-sister.

The silence stretched between them, thick and heavy. He thought back to how it all started. His dad’s plan had seemed straightforward at first—step into a rich kid’s shoes, fake a relationship for the cameras, boost some brand. Easy money, easy exit. But then Roland happened. Those stolen moments, the way his smile lit up the room, the late-night talks that felt too real. Jeffery had fallen anyway. Now here they were, trapped in this fancy penthouse that suddenly felt like a cage. “I trusted you,” Jeffery said, quieter this time. His voice cracked a little. “Even when everything went to shit, I still wanted this to work. But secrets? They’re killing me.”