Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

“It’s for you alone, Cathy.” “Open.” The stubborn man glares daggers at me but eventually listens. On his second mouthful, I add, “It feels wrong to celebrate my birthday today.” “Huh?” “Today makes it six years since she died.” Some days are easier than others but it’s worse on my birthday. It’s not a reminder that I’m plus one, it is an awful reminder that my role model was taken from me today. My eyes begin to leak and I angrily wipe the evidence staining my cheeks. I scratch my tattoo out of nervousness. “It feels wrong to celebrate life on the day she died so I always celebrate it on the fifteenth instead.”

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.

She asked curiously. “It’s a twenty two plus club.” He smirked walking to the bedside table to take his phone. “Oh.” She said speechless but then she remembered another thing. “You are not twenty two yet, at least not until the next three months.” She said with narrowed eyes and he laughed. His birthday was on the first day of January and Olivia was surprised when she was told he had the same birth date with the his father, the don. Which means it is always celebrated as a big occasion in the Jackson’s family.

He wiped it away angrily. "I thought I killed them, Shayla. For twenty-five years I have lived with that guilt. I stopped celebrating my birthday because they supposedly died on my sixth birthday. Every single year on November 23rd I would think about how I caused their deaths. How it was my fault they were gone." His voice was shaking, b reaking apart.

"When he was being rushed in and wheeled into surgery, I remember that he kept repeating something under his breath. "Something like… his birthday wish finally came true, or something along those lines. That might be what he cares about most deep down. If you want to try waking him up, you could start from there." Mom kept turning the doctor's words over in her mind. She murmured to herself, "A birthday wish? That's right… Zero has never once celebrated his birthday. He must really want that. But what was his birthday wish?" I wanted to tell her that my birthday wish was to die. All she needed to do was stop the treatment, and my wish would finally come true.

" I'm so sorry, I know I've been very selfish, to put you through all these. Jeffrey walked straight to her, gave her a hug and stopped her from uttering those. " we would do more darling, gave her a kiss on her little soft lips;Jeffery assured her. In the heat of all these , Kelvin's birthday was here and He was to have a birthday party, but none of his friends or colleagues showed up, all because of the saga blogged about him. " who are you talking to" , he asked his wife when he entered their bedroom and saw his wife talking with someone.

At first, we were convinced that whoever was doing this attacked only girls, until Jeff's dead body was found floating on the lake. Jeff was one of the star quarterbacks in the town's high school, barely in his sophomore year. He'd gone missing for days, just like the others before him and had turned up in front of his parents house, dead. His mother was devastated and had almost committed suicide. I couldn't blame her. He was the only child she'd been blessed with and children were an almost rarity amongst supernaturals. Now, everyone between the ages 15-20 was seated in the Town square,our parents sitting opposite us.

I said, ignoring his dismissive tone. "That case was closed over a year ago," Jeff sighed, rubbing his temples. "Don't cause a ruse, Valerie. We’ve been through this." "Why? Because you want to believe I killed them, just like the rest of the world? Or because you think I’ve gone eccentric and it’s easier to ignore a crazy woman than it is to do your job? Which one is it, Jeff?" Jeff sank into his seat, a long, heavy sigh escaping his lips. "Your parents died in a tragic accident. It was an open-and-shut case."

It was easier to pretend they weren’t there. Jaxon had asked that no one saw him at all, so no one had been in his office since morning. Not even Isla. He couldn’t wait for the day to be over so he could forget it ever happened. For Jaxon, birthdays weren’t a cause for celebration. They hadn’t been for years. A terrible accident on this same day, two decade ago, had turned what should have been a joyous occasion into a painful reminder of terror. Very few people knew it was his birthday. He kept it that way intentionally—his birthdate was nowhere to be found on the company’s website, and none of his employees knew. To everyone else, it was just another ordinary day. That’s exactly how he wan

Sienna was my only evidence to prove my claims, but she’s no more. There was also that talk of Sienna with the Rogue Alpha, but would Jared, of all, believe my words? Definitely not. He would never believe Sienna met the Rogue Alpha in the past. He might even accuse me of ruining Sienna’s name. Even I still found the Rogue Alpha’s words quite unbelievable. If there were any activity bustling around in the pack, it would be the upcoming death anniversary of Sienna, and Jared’s birthday at the same time. That’s right, Jared’s birthday and Sienna’s death anniversary were on the same day. Even I was shocked to find out that Sienna and her pup actually passed away on Jared’s birthday, November 10