11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

I smiled, “We could ask Luna Abby and Alpha Damien to join us too.” Linden was really liking the idea, while I noticed my other siblings looking a bit sad. I laughed, “Of course we will have a party for each of you also. I just need to know when your birthdays are.” I grabbed my phone and pulled up my calendar. I also grabbed a pen and notepad. Taylor’s birthday is June tenth, Blaise’s birthday is June eleventh, and Max’s birthday is June twelfth. I put all the birthdays on my calendar and laughed, “She had all of us almost exactly ten months apart! She was a baby making factory for a while. I can’t help but wonder if there are more out there.” Everyone got quiet then Max asked out loud what

Age 11 1/2-she got a baby brother Age 14-the 3 years old was killed in the parent's rage and the mother was put in jail and divorced her dad, while dad was remarried too soon, Elizabeth Got another baby brother at age 8 and was a sweetheart. Age 15- she got a bunny to help with her "random sadness" issues Age 16(now)- She met someone and changed her life forever An angels life isn't always pure and perfect my friends

Hell even when I had first seen her with the cart, I had looked at her and thought she was a teenager. But she works at my club. That means she has to be over 21. She would only have been hired with verified identification. Legal clearance. My mind is racing. What exactly was special about this birthday? For girls the special birthdays were 13,16,18 and 21. She would have bypassed all of these. Her ID said her birthday is in August. Not January. Not next week. My mind begins to turn. Slowly. Methodically. Pieces that didn’t matter before begin to resurface.

Because apparently I had accidentally established a reputation. Last year Eli told somebody at school that “Mom approaches birthdays like international projects.” Which was honestly rude. Accurate. But rude. Then three nights ago, while scrolling online at nearly midnight instead of sleeping like a responsible adult, I stumbled across a video trend. Ten days to turning ten. Parents giving their children tiny gifts and experiences leading up to their birthdays. And immediately? I gasped. Actually gasped. Because oh my God. Six days to six. That sounded adorable. Absolutely adorable.

ONE YEAR BEFORE It was the week before Tara’s birthday, and even though she wasn’t quite at the official mating age yet, she was still totally excited about the event. Tara would be turning 20, and as always, it was a chance for the three of us to celebrate together. We spent nearly every moment of that week planning her birthday. It wasn’t going to be anything fancy, just a small cake at Tara’s home with her family, and then we’d head out for a girls' night. Simple, but perfect.

Four years later: It has been four years since Camille came into their lives, and now her birthday is just around the corner. As the month unfolds, excitement fills the air in their home. They can hardly believe how quickly time has passed; it feels like just yesterday they were cradling their tiny baby. Now, she’s a lively four-year-old, full of curiosity and laughter. With her birthday just a few days away, they are busy planning a special celebration, eagerly reminiscing about her first steps and words, and looking forward to making new memories as they mark another wonderful year in her life.

My fingers trembled slightly as I touched the cold marble, the air around me heavy and still. “Lilian Vale. Date of birth, 20th September 1999. Date of death, 10th March 2009.” I forced back a tear. “Hi, Lily. I brought your favorite flowers. I still can’t believe you’re gone. You’d have been twenty-six today.” My voice cracked, but I kept going. “It’s your birthday, Lily.”

As the days flew by, Bella's 19th birthday approached faster than she had anticipated. Her birthday fell on the 21st of May, and it felt like the past year had passed in a blur. It was a strange feeling to be on the cusp of adulthood, and she couldn't help but reflect on the whirlwind of experiences that had brought her to this point. Lily, her ever-supportive friend, was the one to remind her of the upcoming milestone. They sat in their shared apartment, sipping on cups of tea, when Lily suddenly perked up, her eyes widening with excitement.

“You told me that your birthday is in June when you first got here. Is that true?” “No,” I moan as I feel his tongue trace the skin from my shoulder to my ear. “My birthday is in two weeks. I’ll be 21.” “That’s why we feel this pull to each other, my love,” he tells me. “It’s because as you get closer to your 21st birthday, you’re feeling the pull to your mate. To me.”