11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

"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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he asked. "Six,"I replied, confident about my words. "I'm nineteen,"he spoke flatly. "H...huh?"I blabbed stupidly. "So what you're saying is.....I gave birth to Junior when I was 13, and I gave birth to Reign when I was what? 15? Seriously?"he tilted his head, peering at me. Ah shit. Could someone just kill me al-fucking-ready? I was finished. I wasn't even thinking in proper English anymore.

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"

Present Time Ryker's POV "Happy Birthday, sis!" On this day, an important day is upon us—a celebration of my beloved sister's birth. She is 19 years old and hasn't changed much. Our parents considered going out to eat to celebrate because everyone has been so busy these past few months. Since that fateful night four years prior, my entire world has changed, yet time has stood still for her. The arrow of Cupid found its mark, and now every aspect of her being resonates within me with heightened sensitivity.

Do you know when his birthday is? Matt shrugged. ‘Well, no. He’s nine or ten.’

“So I'm gonna check on Pebbles and then hit the sack.” “I'm sure Pebbles is fine. How about a drink?” Pops smirked as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey. “Pops, I'm 19, and I promised myself that I wouldn't drink until I'm 21, after what took place with the mayor's daughters.” “Do you see any teens with phones here? Besides, it's your birthday today, so you're a year closer to the big 21.” “Shit,” I ran a hand over my face. “With all that has transpired with Pebbles, Sinister, and Vanessa, I totally forgot my birthday.”