Jeff The Killer Birthday Novels & Stories

"Exactly what it sounds like." He let out a tired sigh. "It was just a birthday. Stop making a scene. Wait at home—I'll be back soon." I had just returned with my mom's ashes when Mike walked through the door. The marks on his neck were fresh—Cathy's kisses still clinging to his skin. How obvious. It must have been intense. My mom had died from sheer fury, and while I was arranging her funeral, Mike had been in bed with another woman. He hadn't even bothered to show up.

"We're going on a very important mission today. If we have to eradicate this evil from the world, someone has to take the steps first. I've decided to step in and one day, I'm sure the world will be a peaceful place as long as a formation is there." My breath hitched. The mission- Is it what I think it is? For years, I tried to connect the dots that associated Mom's murder with the secret case she was working on. I did not realise the severity until today. "Today is 7th September. I remember your birthday is on October the 3rd, darling. I have prepared a big birthday gift for your 18th birthday in advance like you always wanted." I bit my trembling lips as her orbs softened up.

Some other children would comb my hair in class and treat me like one of their toys and when I stare back at them in anger, they'll say; “She looks like my cat when she's angry!” “Krystal, can you see in the dark? I heard cats can!” It becomes worse after Mum's death two years later because Jeff starts his bullying and torture. The day after Mum's death was my tenth birthday. I stand in her hospital room the whole time until the clock ticks twelve the next day, 'my birthday'. Since my tenth birthday, I have never celebrated my birthday. Probably because of my memory of Mum's pale face. I watch her white lively face slowly turn pale, her colourful sense of fashion is changed to all black as

“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.”

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.

" 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.

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

We sat in silence for sometime, eating our own food. "Keith, how old are you?" He raised his eyebrows at my random question. "Just turned thirty seven about twenty day ago." "What?!" "Yeah. It was my birthday...on fifteenth August." "You didn't tell me?!" "Well, I didn't exactly wanted to go around telling everyone it was my birthday." "But still, you could've told me! How dare you not tell me. Gosh, and I thought we were friends." Keith snorted. "Some friend you are. Couldn't you have found out? After all you are the great Juliet Jenson. You never asked me either."

And when she does I would be always available to help console him and remind him that it was not the end of the world. Stupid b***h thinks she can have what I labored for? Well she was going to reap it in her next life, not this one, because I own this one and if I feel like it I will own it in the next life as well. Still fuming I walked into the room where Jeffrey was waiting for me, and he was in his birthday suit. Good, I was not in the mood for conversations either. “Hey mama-“ he said but I cut him off.