Who Made Jeff The Killer Novels & Stories

"Exactly." The Minister smiled. "Helena gave us credibility." No… no, she hadn't, she had given them a weapon. And they had used it far better than she ever intended. The Chief Inspector leaned forward. "Do we foresee any issues from the judge herself?" The room became quiet, one of the prosecutors shrugged. "Not likely." "She's grieving." "Besides, she was convinced from the beginning that Dr. Kuntz murdered Marcus." Another laugh. "People rarely question the lies they tell themselves."

I had already made my choice. Maybe I'm a psycho, but he made me his psychopath. But I wasn't going to stop killing until I get to Rarf. I need to end this. He needs to die. As soon as we arrived home, I strode to my room and made sure the door was locked, meaning no one in, no one out. My heart was heavy. Rarf found me before I could. I spent all my life searching for him, killing men like him; the mafia just to get better so that if I find him, he will be dead before he can even think. I was kicked out of the place I called family because of my stupid mistakes. They taught me basically everything I know; how to think fast when in a murder situation, how to hold a gun and how to have the pe

after saying that Jackson anxiously stood up from the chair and stomped out from the room. Jean was taken aback by what Jackson said. In a way what he said was true. When they were busy finding the backstory of the health camp a phone call interrupted their concentration. It was a tip from some unknown informant who said that Dr. Jackson was the Dr. Killer. Then we found out he was also in the camp with them and he was promoted after the death of Dr. Robert Jonson. Then it all made sense and they all thought that that tip was true. And to justify that they called Jackson into the office to indirectly interrogate him. They didn't even think for a moment that this all might be a setup or a coi

she asked him, suddenly afraid. “You, of course,” he said, and smiled. “Why? Who are you?” she asked him. “Jeffrey,” he said, but Kari was still confused. “Your boyfriend killed my brother.” “What are you talking about?” Kari frowned. Kyle didn’t have an older brother, she thought. “Kyle was an only child.” “Interesting. So he’s killed more than once,” Jeffrey said, and she frowned. “I don’t know what you’re talking about!” “George! He killed George, and somehow made it look like an accident!” Jeffrey yelled at her.

After hanging up the phone, Isabella knew that her family would probably become suspicious, so she contacted Sophia specifically. Leaving the hospital, Isabella drove, and Ethan in the passenger seat received a message from Colin. "The shooter's name is Jeff, 40 years old, a retired soldier who has been working as an extra for years. Colin found the person; he drowned and died. Jeff was diagnosed with leukemia recently, and he has an 18-year-old daughter." So, everything makes sense now. It wasn't a fan at all. Jeff was doing things for the sake of his daughter's future, accepting money and then ending his own life.

(LILY POV) “Are you two wasting a resource? I don’t trust the baking skill you possess Lily. Butler Nang! Who told you to let them make mess in my kitchen!” The killjoy commences again his agitation toward us. If ever your going to asked me who is the ultimate killjoy in the surface of the world. It was Jeoff! He is! HE IS! Jeoff was the king of the killjoys! He should be declared as the world’s killjoy EVER! “Jeoff.” He might forget that he was dying human a while ago. But…

I didn’t know that mate and bond thing is something serious. That is exactly why you are on the Healer’s couch, aren’t you? Yes, I almost forgot that, even me, views the mate and bond thingy as somewhat essential for living. “It was my father’s mistake,” Zarion inhaled, this man—whom I always regard as intimidating and dominating—have let remorse fill his voice. Impressive. “He couldn’t wait to be married and bear a child. He was so stubborn and doesn’t believe in being mated to another woman. But once his real mate appears in his life, he left us. Brandon is basically his love child.” Zarion’s face turned into a scowl, reminiscing the memories that eventually trickled down his face into a c

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.