11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

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.

"I've been rambling..." "It's alright, I would like to hear more about your childhood and your life in Durnca. If you don't mind me asking, how old are you now?" "Nineteen." "When is your next birthday?" "In January." "Oh! That's really close. It seems we'll have more to celebrate now, with your marriage to Julien and the holidays and your birthday... We must have a big party." I had nothing to say to that, I've not had a party in 12 years.

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Mira at Seventeen She turned seventeen in the summer of the fifteenth year and the birthday had the specific quality of seventeen in a life that had been built with intention from the beginning — not the drama of fifteen or the completeness of thirteen or the gravity of ten. The quality of seventeen was a kind of confident forward motion, the birthday of a person who understands what they are doing and is doing it.

ANGEL (8 years after Epilogue 1) Today was going to be a great day! It was Mia and Emerson’s thirteenth birthday party. This was one of two big pack-wide birthday celebrations for our heirs. The next would be when they turned eighteen just like we had done when my boys had turned eighteen.

"Why? You've never heard something like that before?" "No, I haven't. I've worked for a lot of people like you and I don't know If it's because you're young but you're different" "I'll take that as a compliment. You say young like I'm five, I'm not that small, you know? Besides, we look the same age. How old are you?" "Nineteen" "And I'm eighteen so what's the different" "Three hundred and sixty five days" "It's just a year, whatever"

, she explained Loralei opened her mouth to speak but no words came out, Jack and Trent were just as speechless trying to come to terms with what they all just learned. After several minutes of processing what was said Loralei spoke, “So we’re having our pups in three weeks, our daughters are the Star Children, and every month after their birth is equivalent to one year of life until their eighteenth month which is also their eighteenth birthday, am I getting this right?”, Loralei asked shocked.

Chapter 1 Understanding Isabella Seventeen. 17 years of life. 17 years of waiting. Waiting for this boring life to have... well life. Everyday it’s just the same damn thing. Wake-up, school, sleep. I have been doing this school thing for most of my life and I can’t say it's fun. I have but only two friends. Who are amazing! Let’s just say I’m not that popular. I’m more on the nerdy side—well if dumb nerds exist.

Emiliana Your birthday is the beginning of your own personal new year. Your first birthday was a beginning, and each new birthday is a chance to begin again, to start over, to take a new grip on life. — Wilfred Peterson ____ Twenty three. That’s how many years I had under my belt and that’s the number that was displayed everywhere. Banners, balloons, napkins. Everywhere I looked, I was surrounded by the number as a reminder that I was still so young.

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