The Original Jeff The Killer Story の小説・ストーリー

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

“When Jeffery challenged you. I was hiding in your office while you and dad discussed options.” His face falls. “You heard that discussion.” “Every word. You were not going to fight. You were going to step down. I was afraid you would leave us. Then I saw the fight and you were growling and the way you held him by the throat. One handed you held him of the ground and threw him like a ball.” “I don’t like to kill sweetheart. Not anyone especially family. I’m not a killer.” “You killed today.” “Actually, no, Kendall, Alex and Jacob killed today, I passed judgement and they carried the sentence out.”

Kumuha ako ng pizza at kinain ito. It's August 15 Today in the Morning. Tumunog ang cellphone ko kaya naman agad ko itong kinuha sa sofa namin at tinignan kung ano iyon. It's a text message from my investigator he send to me a information that i will be using on my revenge. Intayin nyo ko dahil malapit na malapit na ako lubos lubosin nyo na ang mga buhay nyo! August 16,Start of the my revenge rather my game. Napangisi ulit ako at tumayo na para at mag ayos para makapagmanman sa mga kilos ng pamilyang pumatay sa magulang ko.

His journal shows his daily entry of repenting and saying that he didn’t do the serial killings and someone keeps on visiting him, while feeding him the information that’s why he is losing his mind. However, the last part of his journal is intentionally ripped that’s why the police concludes that he is just a crazy murderer. “Not so quick” Inspector Fajardo tease when he saw me arriving to the jail station. So, this is where he went, he could’ve just told me. “ What do you got?” I asked before sitting beside him and getting his coffee out of his hands. He watch me for a second then amusedly shakes his head. “I’ve tried to check but the original case file 16 years ago is missing and there are

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.

“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.

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.”