11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.

"Because how the hell will you call his name and he didn’t kill you? Besides, saying that would’ve made the guards angry, and they would’ve killed you in a second. But they didn’t, which means they know their master is in love with you.” “Can you stop this rubbish, Amara?” That doesn’t make sense. I will never trust any man again. Much less someone I’m older than. If I’m not mistaken, he celebrated his 21st birthday last month. I’m 31 and he’s 21. I’m not his match in age. "I know you’re thinking about age, Diana, but believe me, every single lady in this country wants this opportunity.” “It’s okay, please,” I snapped at her because this discussion was becoming nonsense—based on something sh

One Year Later Twelve months,forty-eight weeks and three hundred and sixty-three days since we lost Isabella and Ireal was born. Tomorrow is her death anniversary and Ireal's birthday. Well technically it is her birthday but I had it moved to the next day after Isabella died. I didn't want her to feel sad on her birthday. She needed the whole day for herself. I have been preparing her first birthday since like forever and it finally here. I can't believe she is almost 1,very soon she'll be a teenager and we'll leaving off to college.

He helped Jericho train for the football team, he helped Jenna finish of a science project, he helped Josh ride his bike and he was always there for Julianna whenever she would wake up in the middle of the night crying. My birthday came and went, and it felt surreal to think that I was already 19, Jericho turned 15 three days after. Jenna was turning 11 in three months, Josh will be five in two and Julianna will be 2 in two weeks. Life was moving to quickly for my liking but at the same time, I'm happy that I get to witness every moment. Every moment spent with each of my siblings and Princeton is what I life for. Seeing them balky makes me happy and I can't thank god enough for blessing me

she asked, softly stitching up the cut on top of his eyebrow. "I'm ten years old," He told her, it had been his birthday a few days ago. No one knew about it, he had no one to celebrate it with, and he had no reason to celebrate. It was a celebration of life, his life was not worth celebrating, "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen."

8 years ago. "Mum I don't think I like this dress" Ten-year-old me walked down the grand staircase to the living room. My mum was busy helping the workers in setting up decorations. It was my birthday, I was going to turn 10 today. I was super excited about my birthday. My parents made sure they went all the way out to celebrate my birthday to make sure it was better than the previous ones.

which my parents know as the basement. To me….. there's no difference between a dungeon and the basement where I do sleep in. Currently. I'm twenty-four years old, and very soon I'll be celebrating my birthday at twenty-five. The day I was born, is still the same day that my two younger ones were born. We all share the same birth month, which is amazing….. but I kinda hate my birthday month because I stopped celebrating my birthday for a long time now. When my Mama gave birth to my two younger ones….. she automatically forbids me from celebrating my birthday.

It's October 4 and it's only five days since my 21st birthday. Yes, I was born on October 8, 2000. It's only been five days but I still have no plans. To be honest, I’m no longer excited. I guess it's really like this when you get older. The excitement you feel when your birthday is approaching is not the same as before. I think I'm really in the adult stage. “Do you want to throw a party? Or maybe an outing together with your friends and block mates. What do you think?” Dad suggested.

I didn’t bother about that much. “So your wolf hasn’t woken up yet?” Vince asked me after a while. I nodded my head. “When are you turning eighteen? Usually a wolf would first emerge on that day.” “Just a couple of months away,” I said with a shrug. My birthday was never a big deal, as no one ever remembered that day. I had come to regard my birthday as just another day of the year over the years. Why get excited about becoming a year older when there was nothing to look forward to that day?

Cara awoke to the screeching sounds of her obnoxious morning alarm. Despite being sleepy and so rudely ripped from her rest, there was a smile plastered on her face before her eyes ever opened. It was Monday morning and she needed to get a move on. Like any other weekday morning in tenth grade, she had to get ready for school. But this morning was special. This was the last Monday morning before her birthday. The special day was fast approaching. This coming Friday she would be turning sixteen years old, but she was even more excited about her birthday party that would be held on Saturday. She was eager to celebrate this milestone in life with the people she loved.