Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

“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?”

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 didn't want her to know I was searching up Ethan and looking at his photos with and without Heather like a creep. "W-what?" I asked, pushing the laptop away from me. She looked at me strangely before shaking her head. "We are in deep crap." "I know and we have even more crap to deal with. What happened?" "Juliet's birthday is on May 27 and-" "Wait, that day is my birthday." "Oh my God, I almost forgot your birth date." "Come again. Did you really say that Juliet's birthday is on May 27?" "Yes, I did."

I have been doing that all these years. “Girl, you good?” a croaking voice I am now familiar with reminding me of my still being alive. I didn’t say a word to her making her sigh loudly. She did not say anything making me believe she was actually gone till the voice came again. “You can’t keep hiding in here forever. You are the bravest skull head I know. You’re a sadist and my dad’s murderer but I can’t help but still like and aspire to be like you. The fact you do not let any man bring you down is everything beautiful. The ‘killer’ the world is afraid of will never act like this. This is far from you being yourself.” Each word whispered behind the door.

"You know, blow each other. It'll be better than jerking off again. Don't tell me you won't be rubbing one out tonight either." "Are you serious, Jeff?" "I'm dead serious. No one has to know." I didn't know if he was messing with me and I figured I'd call his bluff so I said, "Okay, you go first." Jeff replied, "Okay, whip it out but if you don't do me, I'll kill you."

"Maybe." It seemed like she was a workaholic just like me. There was no shame in that. "So what are you doing in here making coffee so late?" Isa asked as she poured her own cup. I took a sip of the warm, bitter liquid. Almost-black, with a hint of sweetness–just the way I liked it. "Jeffery is out today. It's his birthday." Aside from the major holidays, birthdays were the one other day that each employee was encouraged to take off. That was something my grandma had started and that my father and I had wanted to keep going for her sake. She always loved birthdays.

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

I’ll be back. Be ready when I return. T-Murek said those last words to him before he left. Kevin’s twenty-fifth birthday was in a week. He knew he was going to be seeing T-Murek a lot more often now the deadline was fast approaching. Only a few days were left for his birthday—a few days before T-Murek would finally show up to end his life in the most torturing way. The thought of this made him sweat. He did not want to die, at least not in that way.

Looking into his enchanting blue eyes, I softened my face. “What’s the date?” I asked him. “August twenty-seventh, why’s that?” “Huh, I’m nineteen now. Guess I slept through my birthday” “When was your birthday?” Gunner asked a little shocked. “It was on August fourth” “Well, you missed mine too, it was July sixteenth” “Oh well, just another year right” “I think we should have a birthday party, for both of us. It can be a welcome-back slash I-was-in-a-coma-for-my-birthday kind of party. What do you think?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his tone.

he murmurs ashamedly. “You should feel bad for that, that was incredibly creepy,” I say matter-of-factly. He nods, “I have learned my lesson. To answer your question, I’m thirty-three. My birthday is June sixth. In case you were wondering,” he says with a playful smirk. “Noted. I’m twenty-eight, if you were wondering and my birthday is October thirty-first.” “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asks with surprise. “No way!” “That was never an issue until I moved here,” I sigh.