Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

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?”

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

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

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general

I said, and they did exactly as I had instructed before leaving. “Are we going to actually eat that after finishing this heavy meal? Did they seriously have to bring a cake? I wonder what’s the occasion,” he muttered as he began to devour his meal. “Occasion... occasion... Didn’t she say her birthday was today?” I asked no one in particular. “Whose birthday is today?” Jeffrey asked, munching on a lap of chicken.

It was Jeff, he had a big grin plastered on his face. Jane flung herself into his open arms. "Happy birthday, baby." Jeff whispered. Jane giggled and invited him in. She could not hide her surprise. "How come you remembered my birthday? This is the first I would have since we started dating." "You mentioned it on our first date and I noticed you loved celebrating birthdays," Jeff responded heartily. "Yes I do! I do! I do!" she giggled and walked back in. She took the flower basket in her hand and inhaled the fragrance loudly. Jeff smiled at her childishness and walked in.

"Not my wife and daughter, Jeffrey! Don't touch them!" "Ahh," Jeffrey looked at the ceiling with a tried looking eyes, three bullets marked on the ceiling. He is sitting on the sofa, wide open legs, and his hand resting on his knee holding a real gun. "Why did you tell them about the killing of the old man? It was our plan, remember?" "I'm a demon like you, Jeffrey. If you want him to be killed, do it yourself!"