Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

Most importantly, his killer aura was palpable. “Arrgghhh!!” screamed two Blood mafia members as Jeff grabbed their heads with force. Bang! Jeff slammed their heads together, killing them both instantly. After that, he looked back at the Blood mafia members in front of him. “Tsk, how dare you try to kill my future wife?” he said, then returned to slaughtering the mafia members. The front yard was in complete chaos due to the arrival of Jeff, Law, and the Black Wolf mafia members. The sound of gunshots mixed with screams of pain. Tonight was truly a terrible night, with blood splattered all over the ground.

Just like that life went on uneventfully. In a flash, another half a month passed. Today was already the second 22nd of July. It would be my birthday in two days. Beep, beep, beep “Hello, Kester!” Kester’s voice rang out from the phone. “Anya, you’re 25th. Birthday is in two days. How do you plan to celebrate?” “Well, there is no need to celebrate.” Kester sighed softly and said apologetically, “I am sorry. I may not able to rush back to celebrate your birthday with you. You won’t be angry with me, will you?”

He declared, but I and Jeff weren't in the right mood to give a response to him. He exhales and also shakes his head sideways. Josh had no other option, but to walk away which created space for both I and Jeff to talk to each other. "When is your birthday?". He asked while arching his brow. Jeff asked this question when the both of us were now left alone to walk on the cold empty street. "December 16, 1996!". I replied sincerely. I saw the corner of Jeff's lips curve into a small 'Ohh!'. And then a frown followed after.

"Father, you sound so serious. What is it you want to announce?" In the past, Jeff had only made two announcements with this expression: once, handing all his shares to Sophie, and the other time, he kicked Cedric out of the Carlsons. Who knew what kind of bombshell he was about to drop today? "It'll be my birthday in five days, and we should celebrate it properly," Jeff announced. Hearing that it was just for a birthday celebration, Melissa immediately felt relieved. Meanwhile, Matthew, who was sitting next to her, was puzzled. "Father, why do you suddenly want to hold a birthday party this year?"

Kelly Jessica’s words completely caught me off guard. I blinked at her, my mouth slightly open. “What?! His birthday is in four days?!” Jessica raised a brow, clearly amused at my reaction. “Yeah. You didn’t know? It’s his 30th birthday.” I gaped at her. “How do you even know this?” She leaned back smugly, arms crossed. “Hello? Journalist extraordinaire here. Information is my currency.” I shook my head, still dumbfounded. “Wow. I had no idea. He hasn’t mentioned it.”

Had she known I dated Hunter, she’d have insisted on attending the birthday party (after his reveal trended online) to see how much makes sense, and in so doing, throwing herself into a 41°F refrigerator. I also have to thank Dad Griffin for being so good at erasing people’s existence from the world… no, the universe—imagine me scrolling through the internet moments ago and finding out how many people thought I’d killed myself after the shameful announcement, linking the situation to a decade ago when two other Whites were rumored to have committed suicide too (can’t even be shocked anymore at the fact that one more White existed). I assume they’re Zavere and another whom Dad Griffin must ha

Different people were in the background and everyone in the photo was laughing as my hand was buried in the cake and cake splutters were on the dress of the child that looked like me. “Wh—” “This was the last birthday you spent with your twin sister.” “What the heck? Twin sister?” I frowned, snorting. “Yes, you had an identical twin sister, her name was Jess. You both celebrated your seventh birthday together and that was the last day you saw each other because that night, Keegan killed Jess.” “I don’t believe you.” I Shook my head, my heart began to throb heavier than normal. “No, that’s not possible.”

I don’t usually shower or change since we go and workout with the pups, which leaves us disgusting. “Um, uh, I just started getting things together.” I am super confused and disoriented. We don’t celebrate my birthday, never have. It’s the day my mom died, the day I killed her, and that is the only part my dad remembers about today. Mateo used to make me cards when we were little. He would never sign them or say anything about it, but I knew it was him. Once we hit about eleven though and he started focusing on his position, those stopped.

He stumbled forward and reached for my belly. "The baby! Where is the baby? What happened?" The grief on his face was a sick joke. The thing I had been holding in for weeks finally came up out of me. "Mason, you are asking now? Now you remember? "The day of the crash, I was pinned under the car, hemorrhaging, and you took the ambulance I called for and put your woman in it. "It was you. You killed our baby." His shoulders rocked.

Without warning, I jumped out of my seat and rushed towards the bundle, grabbing them them before Jason could. "Cilia Carpenter you will give them back to me right now or I-" "Quiet!" Thundered I, not in any mood to hear him barking now. I walked away from Jason and opened the first card. 'Name: Jacob King. Age: 26 Date of birth: 4th December 1992 Death: 16th November 2018 Cause of death: Murdered, Shot in the head.' Oh my god. "What is this?" I asked in almost a whisper. My hands trembled as I stared at the words. "What is all this? TELL ME!"