Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

She was a genius who hadn't been hurt and was hopeful for the future. Back then, Jeff was elegant and gentle. He was her loving father. She could still remember that many people showed up at the Fordham Residence. All of them were there to celebrate her birthday. Snowball was nuzzling against the plum tree and looking at the fireworks above. Jeff said gently, "If you like it, I'll hold a party like this for you every year." But that was the last time she ever had a party like that. She only recalled Jeff's death anniversary, but she forgot that her birthday was coming tomorrow.

I remembered our conversation with Jea earlier about Celena's absence from Dannie's office, which allowed us to enter. "It's their child's birthday, but they say the child died on their first birthday. We don't know the cause of death because they kept everyone who attended the birthday celebration silent," she said. I suddenly felt sadness for Celena. Jea looked at me and said, "If their child were alive, she would be around your age. How old are you, by the way?" Jea asked. I thought about how old I was since I hadn't celebrated my birthday in a long time. I checked the date again and was surprised. "I'm twenty-eight today," I said.

Little by little, her smile came back, thanks to Kendra, and even if I hated to admit, Siegfried Cohen who was her first and long time boyfriend. Though my heart hurt seeing them together or even hearing news about them, I know she needed him. But still, the sad truth remains. There’s one day in each year that I am haunted by the past, the night of the incident. For years, she never celebrated her birthday, since that was the time I accidentally killed them. And it put a very deep scar in her that no one could ever erase.

I said as he studied my expression. "Who's uttering bullshit now." He tsks irritably. "You gave her a job at your company and you were conversing with her on her birthday. My assumptions are valid." I claimed. "Your assumptions are bullshit, I don't like Lilly. We used to be mutuals and her birthday is my password because the day Javon died, it was also Lilly's birthday, that's also Javon's death day." He said as my body went colder than usual, I couldn't express my guilt because I killed Javon and I didn't know how to express it so I wouldn't look like a jerk.

So maybe it's better that he is not here. “So, here’s the things we know about the killer. Firstly his targets are all renowned and prominent men in our country. Until now he has had three victims. Mr. Arik Watson- 48 years old. Estimated time of death 1st April 2020, 3.30 A.M. He was a prosecutor who won several awards for bringing justice to the people. Dr. Robert Jonson- 54 years old. Estimated time of death 12th July 2020, 3.50 A.M. He was one of the best general surgeons in our country. Mr. James Brown -50 years old. Estimated time of death 23th January 2021, 3.45 A.M. He was the founder and the Chairman of J.B. Garments company.” And with that, Mr. Anderson gave each of his teammates

Jeff walks towards me and opens his arms and I get into them, thanking him for remembering my birthday. To say I'm excited will be an understatement. I'm delighted! Extremely elated and even as I cut the cake, I'm still over the moon with happiness. Today is my birthday and I didn't even remember that? However, I'm glad my husband did and I have him to thank for all these. Champagne is popped and celebrations follows. Every employee gets a glass of champagne and a piece of cake as well. After the celebrations are over, Jeff gives instructions to my Personal Assistant and he leads me out. He says he wants to treat me to yet another surprise and it's waiting for us in the house.

Nicole breathed, I smiled before handing him to her. "This is Baxter. He's 4 years old. He was born from a beautiful woman but died giving birth to him. The father killed himself shortly after." Nicole's lip quivered at his story. She played with his unbelievably soft hair. "When's his birthday?" I asked while running my thumb along his cheek. "It's in December...December 24th..." She said while looking at Baxter with gleaming eyes. "Christmas Eve?" Nikki asked breathlessly. "Yup." She said with a pop of the 'p'.

Hazel raised her eyebrows, not afraid or panicked, but instead smiled brightly. "Mr. Jack, who would be foolish to seek death? I haven't had enough of life yet, why would I want to die?" She blinked a few times. "By the way, today is your birthday. It's not very nice to say these things, right?" Jack chuckled, seeming to be in a better mood. "You know it's my birthday." "I know." Hazel shrugged. "I even organized your birthday party myself. Unfortunately, you didn't come."

"When you have time, come to my mother's grave and confess your mistakes! I'm sure that she will want to see you." "Your birthday is the seventeenth of September, right?" Jason asked with his hands behind his back. "How did you know?" The old man glanced at Jason's grandmother. After seeing her shaking her head, the old man then asked in confusion.

He supported my back with a pillow. Ray sighed deeply and lowered his head. “Why is all this happening?” Sighs. “Ray, it’s Jeff. Have you arrested him? I told you he was at the funeral home, but you didn’t believe me and now he…” “What’s that?” He interrupted me. “Jeff, of course. He was the one who stabbed me, he is after my life, Ray. Please help me.” To my surprise, he chuckled and shook his head. “What is wrong with you, Ray? Didn’t you hear what I was saying?”