11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

“Status: Single mom. She has a daughter, 10 years old, named Ayla. No information about her parents or siblings.” Wow. Thirty-one years with such a body and beauty. She has a ten-year-old kid, meaning she gave birth at 21. Lol. My age at that time I was 11. “Check who her ex-husband is,” I said, and Alex nodded. “The information here shows she’s been single her whole life.” “Oh.” That’s all I said. A dancer in a club like that… it’s obvious she doesn’t even know the father of the child.

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."

We had been suspecting that Melinda liked Kayden and this just proved everything. "what's funny?" Warren asked. "it's an inside thing, you wouldn't know" I tried to stop laughing. "Happy birthday dude" I wished Kayden anyways. "Yeah bro, happy birthday" Warren patted Kayden's back as Bianca and Melinda wished him. "Welcome to the nineteen clubs" Warren spoke with a wide grin on his face. They were all nineteen now except Bianca and me, we were eighteen. I was the youngest in the group. "We should celebrate your birthday Kay" Melinda suggested

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?

Most of it was for spells but some was for cooking. I read through the list and groan. Most of these herbs are a few miles from my house. I fold the list and stick it into my skirt pocket and walked to my room. I grabbed a small basket and looked at my calendar and there was two more dates to remember for the rest of the month. My birthday and my parents death day. 110 years and so many more to go. November 28, 1446 was yesterday, my actual birthday. I haven't aged since I turned 21.