The Original Jeff The Killer Story Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jeff was considered a highly respected member within the hierarchy of the shifter culture and so it was accepted that he was honourable and reputable. If Jeff found his mate only for her to die, it would send him into an unstable mental state that had no sure outcome as it could end only in a few ways. If his pack is strong enough to pull him from his funk, he could become a feral rogue or he could end up killing himself or others in the process. “Alright, I’ll get what I can and see if I can make any sense of it.” Rolo nodded respectfully now to each and disappeared into the office looking for Jeff.

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!

“I remember when Joe found out you were part of the APM. He asked to join.” “That was just a ruse,” his father said. “I’m sure of it.” “Jasper had one of ‘em in the hideout,” said the third guy. “They rescued him and left Jasper face down in the dirt floor. I know the old woman was with ‘em. Even if she didn’t actually do the deed, she got her just desserts for helping those that killed my boy while rescuing a shadow walker.” “I’ve never been part of a killing before,” Jeff said nervously. “Burying a shadow walker’s body before he can get back to it isn’t the same as sticking a skewer into an old woman’s lungs and letting her bleed out.”

“Stop the pretense, Killer. You’re not sick. You just want to avoid doing your chores!” “I’m not pretending, Ma’am. You can go ahead and touch my body if you wish. I think that’s the only way you can believe me.” “Believe you?” She raised her brow. “Now, why would I believe a filthy killer like you?!” “I’m not a killer.” “You are. Everyone in this pack knows you killed the former Luna. Stop acting like a saint, bitch. You are a fucking killer and a liar.” I lowered my head in tears. It didn’t matter what I said or did. No one was going to believe me. No one has believed a word from me ever since that night. The only people who trusted in me were my parents and they died for it.

And now the wolves were at the door. Two nights ago, Viktor (the syndicate’s enforcer) sent me a photo: Jessy asleep in her dorm bed, taken from inside her room. Message attached: One week, Marko Or we come collect ourselves. I’d known this day was coming since the crash that killed her parents. I’d promised my sister on her deathbed I’d protect her daughter. Instead I’d dragged the girl into my war. But I had one card left. Jeffrey... Twenty-one years old, computer science prodigy, trust-fund brat on paper, complete fucking psycho underneath. He’d hacked my entire system at nineteen just to watch Jessy change clothes. When I confronted him, he didn’t deny it. He begged.

“Who did this to you? To Bridgette?” I took a nice deep breath. Told myself to be steady enough to share the horrifying encounter. Truth. “Zarion, my Grandmama…” I managed to say, my voice trembling with grief. His face contorted with shock and anger as he urged me to continue. Sensing the gravity of the situation, he kissed my hand. A sign for me to take everything slowly. “What about your grandmother?” Struggling to hold back my tears that just let its presence known in front of Zarion, I whispered, “My grandmother's dead. They killed her. Valerie and Aneliesse Cavitt confirmed it. Hestia confirmed it.”

I didn't think I'd ever cared this much about my life, but getting brutally murdered in a psychopath's home that I may have or may have not willingly walked into wasn't exactly a prideful way to die. Bam! A wack came to the top of the table, and I swallowed my heart and everything else that functioned inside of me. I could see his legs from the little space where I was crouched. He was so close to me. That was how I knew it was his fist he slammed against the table so hard. "This is…not happening!" His voice rang through the walls of the quiet room. "No, not again! This is not happening again!" Another hit followed, and the table shook like it was going to crumble.

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?”

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

“You’ve got some f*cking nerve, doing shady business by killing people. Your time’s up, Jeffrey Orange.” Jeffrey was afraid of death. “It ain’t my fault, someone paid me to do it. It really ain’t my fault,” he pleaded. “Make him pay instead. I just did it for the money!” “Who told you to do it?” Alejandro asked. When Jeffrey hesitated, Jett kicked him. He immediately came clear. “It… It was Seaton S. Bart! That big shot businessman, Seaton S. Bart! I’m dead anyway, whether I sell him out or not… Mr. Smith, let me off. I’ll do anything!”