What Does Jeff The Killer Look Like Novels & Stories

The nanny, Polly Jackson, pushes me down the stairs when I'm seven months pregnant. I suffer from major blood loss and go into premature labor. Before I can question her about it, Zachary Campbell brushes me off with a lame excuse. "Polly didn't mean it. You and the baby are fine, so don't be so petty about this." I get out of bed to move around. I'm at the bathroom door when I hear Zachary and Polly's conversation. "Are you sure that wretch can stay alive, Zachary? Switching it out won't be that easy if it dies." "Don't worry about whether Daisy Jameson's baby can live, Mom. Either way, mine and Danielle's child will be the Campbell family's sole heir." I pretend I've never heard this and raise my son for 18 years. During a banquet held in honor of a share ownership transfer, Polly suddenly shows up with my mentally impaired daughter. She cries, "Mason is my grandson! It's high time he's returned to his rightful place after being raised by the wrong family for so long!" I'm unfazed. I even laugh at her words. "Fine, then!"

My Alpha mate, Ross, and I were known as the most resentful couple. He hated me for allegedly swapping his sister's antidote, which led to her death from wolfsbane poisoning. On the other hand, I despised him for turning a blind eye when my younger brother was bullied, abandoning him to die alone in the pitch-black forbidden forest. Upon hearing the news, he sneered and spoke to me for the first time in ages, "This is your karma." When I was three months pregnant, I was kidnapped by an enemy pack. As I was left bleeding from the torture and my unborn child slipping away, the enemy demanded he surrender his western territory in exchange for saving his Luna. However, he just scoffed. "It's about time to stop this act. Tell Jenny that I'm not falling for this. Don't even think of watching me make a fool of myself." In the end, I lost everything—just as he wished, as if it was my retribution. So, why did he regret everything?

When I'm done putting my daughter, Alani Carter, to sleep, I suddenly come across a social media post. "My husband, who's always been uncaring about the household matters, suddenly decides to be more engaging and helpful recently. What's the reason behind his change in behavior?" The comments in that comment section cut to the chase immediately. "Oh, there's no doubt about the answer. Either he's having an affair behind your back, or he wants your money." As soon as I leave a like on the answer, my husband, Michael Carter, who has never cared about Alani before, suddenly asks me, "What sort of homework does Alani have today?" That's when I notice the parents' group chat on my phone, where Demi Miller's mother, Yvette Miller, has tagged Michael there abruptly. "Mr. Carter, what's tonight's homework?" He has responded to her immediately, "Give me a moment. I'll send you the list later." I glance at the time. It's already 10:30 pm. We've been married for so many years, and yet Michael has never responded to any of my WhatsApp messages on time before. I secretly tap on Yvette's profile picture, only to find out that her social media feed is filled with coincidental meetings with Michael. Apparently, she has met him coincidentally at the amusement park, at a bookstore, and even at a family restaurant the three of us have frequented. When I pick Alani up from the kindergarten in the next evening, I happen to overhear Yvette telling another parent, "Alani's dad sure has a heart of gold! He even helps me take care of Demi! "Whenever I ask him questions regarding Demi, he's able to answer me on the spot. Parents who care this much about children are a rarity these days!" I continue the topic smilingly, "Isn't that right? Michael has never attended a single parent-child meeting related to his own daughter, and yet he's quite skilled in helping others raise their children." After that, I find myself a secluded corner, where I dial my lawyer's phone number immediately. "Have you prepared the divorce contract? I want him to leave this marriage without a single cent to his name!"

I was just supposed to drive my friend to her cabin. Drive her there, help her take a picture and go back home. Simple. But I was not supposed to meet her brother... And he was not supposed to notice me. I've sworn off men. My heart is safer that way, trust me I've been hurt before so I know. But I am not prepared for a man like my best friends brother, he's by far the richest, handsomest, and most un-attainable man I've ever come across. I know I should probably stay away from him, after all falling in love has never been part of my life plans. I know I told myself I'd sworn of love, but that was until I met A Man like Aaron Ashgroove…

For someone who nearly dies because of an accident that wipes the memories of her 23 years of existence - the only thing that Sammia Avileigh can do is to depend on everything that her family told her. With the help and support from them, she did her best to live a normal life. She follows everything that her parents told her about who she was, what she likes, what she does, what she wants, what's her favorite, how she dresses, what she hates, and what she's not good at. A year later, she finally recovers, she's happy with her life despite forgetting those memories that define her. But her almost perfect life turns upside down when she saw a strange note on the empty abandoned room on the back of their house. 'Aliano Silvanus Rivvero, you need to kill him. Remember that.' What does the note mean? Why does she feel like it is connected to her? And if that's the case- why would she kill the man she is bound to marry? The man that she really likes, according to her parents? They say a memory can be a star or a stain, and Sammia Avileigh didn't know that the latter defines her lost memories. And that's, what they will never let her know...

As Katrina walks down the aisle to marry Aaron, the man once married to her late sister, she finds herself torn between her desire for revenge and her growing emotions for him. Convinced that Aaron was involved in her sister's death, Katrina sets out to destroy him, only to find that his kindness and affection towards her are breaking down her defenses. Struggling to keep her emotions in check, Katrina is forced to confront the truth about her sister's death and the man she has come to love. Can she overcome her past, or will her thirst for revenge be the downfall of them both? Get ready for a heart-pumping and emotional ride, as Katrina navigates the murky waters of love, loss, and retribution.

He hates her so much. He wants her to pay, but why kill her when he can play the long game? He is the predator, and she's the prey. Or, so he thought. * Damian meticulously leads a double life— an affluent billionaire on the outside and a well-aged lycan on the inside. He has been in concealment since the treacherous murder of his Luna years ago. Damian remains haunted by the depth of the betrayal. His pent-up rage is reignited when Ishtar comes along, an ordinary human who bears the face of the traitor who murdered his mate. A doppelganger of the lycan who orchestrated the ruin of his pack in the past. Not only is he surprised by Ishtar's audacity, but his inactive wolf rages for the first time in a long while, claiming she is the answer. The little human crashes down his high walls, torturing him with memories of the past. Just as he suspects, Ishtar is connected to his past and is the key to relieving him of the excruciating weight he bears. There's a tinge of passion beneath the hard-surfaced hate, and it intensifies the more he tries to quench the fire. # Ishtar has spent years of her life on the street, being a petty thief, since she left the orphanage at eighteen. Everything changes when she bumps into Damian and assaults him. She falls into his world without being aware of his end game and identity. She is the old soul's plaything and his last chance at redemption. Her assumptions about herself become a sham when she's open to the world of supernaturals. Humans are not built to last, but there's more to this one. What happens when Ishtar isn't the only doppelganger around? Who stops the past from burning into existence again?

In my sixth year with Nathan Bennett. "Nathan, I'm getting married," I said. He jolted, suddenly snapping back to reality, looking somewhat troubled. "Hannah, you know the company is at a crucial point with our financing. I'm not in the mood to..." “It’s okay,” I replied, my smile calm and composed. Nathan misunderstood. I was getting married, but not to him.

In her past life, she was a ruthless assassin who met a death so brutal she didn't even get a grave to rest in. But one fateful day, she's reborn-plunged back into her 15-year-old self, and blessed with an otherworldly power space by chance. Now, she's out for vengeance: tormenting her scum of a parents, taking down her spoiled brat of a sister, and slapping those ridiculous relatives hard enough to make their faces burn. She's a martial arts prodigy with a breathtaking, ethereal beauty. And let's get one thing straight-whoever said beauty and brains can't coexist clearly never met her.

Years ago, I, Ella Marin, became the wife of Andrew Lorenzo, the underboss of the Lorenzo family. Sadly, my last three years were spent in prison after I caused a fatal car accident. I heard plenty of “good news” about my husband while I did my time. Andrew had officially taken over the Lorenzo family once the Don had stepped down. He then spent a fortune on a woman called Rose Gunfire and was rumored to have had a one-night stand with a rival. He was also seen acting intimately with Sophia, the Principessa of the Rossi family, and private photos of them kept appearing online. When the underboss came to warn me about Andrew, I remained calm. “The Don says that as long as you don’t cry or make a scene, you’ll still have a place in the Lorenzo family after your release.” I replied quietly, “So he has women on the side. I can handle that.” Three days before that, the church’s hospital had called to tell me that my mother was terminally ill. Since the Lorenzo family could help find a kidney donor, I agreed to a marriage in name only. All for my mother’s sake.