Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

“I...uh...nothing, ma’am.” “No. You said it’s Nathan’s birthday?” The older one nodded hesitantly. “Yes, ma’am. June twenty-fifth. He doesn’t celebrate it… hasn't for years.” My heart sank. If I’d known… If I’d known, I wouldn’t have let him wake up to just a teasing joke and a pillow in the face. I would’ve done something. Even a stupid cupcake with a candle. Or breakfast in bed. Or anything other than making it another regular day.

“My day?” My day had included a press conference where a woman called me a murderer on live television and then called me privately to form a secret alliance while confessing to a hidden affair with the man I had killed and also buried evidence of abuse for. I picked up my phone to check my emails and somehow ended up on his name and I pressed the call button before I could talk myself out of it. It rang twice. "Karma." His voice was awake. Fully awake. Like he hadn't been sleeping either.

“As long as someone’s willing to pay, who cares who’s buying it.” Jeffrey smiled. She was still the same woman with the sharp tongue that he knew! “Is it your birthday today?” Jeffrey moved closer to her and saw the candles on the cake that were still burning. “That’s not right. Your birthdate came up during the investigation and I’m sure it’s not now.” Melanie didn’t respond. Jeffrey simply nodded and asked, “Whose birthday is it? Why didn’t you tell the person to come and blow the candles?”

“Yeah, I know. That’s what they all say. But it’s not true. They both died in a car accident.” I sat up straighter, a chill crawling down my back. “Wait… a car accident?” I asked. He nodded. “Yeah.” “Do you remember the date?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He paused. “October 18.” I froze. My eyes widened as the glass in my hand suddenly felt heavier. Kyle turned to look at me. “Are you okay?” “October 18,” I murmured, “That’s my birthday.” He was silent, just watching me.

"Yeah and I told you is on the 21st of August." Laura answered. "I guess you may wanna have a look at this." Kiara said and showed her a calendar. "Oh my God, today is 21st of August how can I forget my own birthday." Laura gasped. "Maybe because you made up your mind not to celebrate it." Alpha Vincent said.

I wasn’t sure if she was trying to perk up my mood or Caleb’s. Caleb looked up and smiled softly at his mother. “You’re right, Mom. Happy birthday, Jocelyn.” My eye ticked at the use of my full name. He knew I hated it, so Caleb took great delight in using it whenever he could. “Happy birthday in two days, you mean,” my father chuckled. Caleb grunted. “Yeah, that’s what I mean.” Caleb’s birthday was July 9th. I knew this. I’d memorized the fact the moment his mother had told me.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

Micheal was playing an online game with his computer when he received a text message from Jeffrey. Jeffrey: Micheal where are you? There's something important I have to tell you. Micheal: Jeffrey? I thought the killer got you. Jeffrey: No. I'm in hiding because the killer sent someone after me. Micheal: Are you safe? Jeffrey: Barely alive. But I'm with a friend and we tracked the killer's real ID. Micheal: Really? Who is he? Jeffrey: I can't say on the internet so I texted the guys to come to this address below. But I can't seem to get Eduardo? Is he dead?

Felix was stunned and replied, "It's the twenty-seventh of October. Why do you ask, Mr. Lester?" Frederick seemed lost in thought for a while, then he shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's go!" - [Happy birthday, Ms. York! Hope you have a wonderful one!] Jennifer looked at the birthday greetings on her phone, and couldn't help but smile wryly. She never expected that on her twenty-eighth birthday, the only birthday wishes she would receive would be from the bank.

Has he forgotten that this is the day that his beloved wife died? “D-Dad, today is my birthday. Can you please not beat me more today?” I asked barely a whisper when he stopped for a while. Dad, can’t you love me just for today because it’s my birthday? It’s my 18th birthday today. I should be in the ceremony today receiving recognition for reaching this age. “Are you proud of the day that you killed your own mother?! Do you want me to celebrate it with you?! Huh!” He raised his hand again and beat me like he always does while I am silently crying hoping for this to end.