11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

“Experience?” “Yes,” he let out quietly, almost reluctant, like the word itself tasted bitter on his tongue. “Lisa was five years older than me.” I frowned so hard my forehead hurt. The math wasn’t mathing at all. “Caleb is twenty-nine,” I said slowly, like maybe he’d misheard the year or forgotten how numbers worked. “That means… you were seventeen when he was born.” He didn’t flinch. Didn’t bother to deny it. Just looked at me with those steady eyes.

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.

“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.”

Kuya Sam asked me while holding a basket of balloons. “Just put it there Kuya. Thanks for helping me putting air inside” I told him. You know what, this is my first time again celebrating my birthday after 8 years. The last time I celebrated was my 10th birthday. After that, I don’t like and feel like celebrating it anymore. I am not happy during my birthday because it reminds me of something sad.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

“They were young. Only eighteen or so. It wasn’t until he was my current age that he realized he needed an heir.” Well, needed may be a strong word. More like wanted, but I don’t clarify that out loud as it doesn’t really matter. “How old are you?” Vanessa asks. “Twenty-nine,” I say. “Jake and Jordan are both thirty.” “And you went to Carnage Island seven years ago, right?” I nod, confirming the history Jordan gave her. “We were all twenty-two at the time. I’m only a few months younger than Jake and Jordan .” They have summer birthdays while I have a fall one. But that’s not important.

“I’m not sure. It might be because we’re your mates, or maybe it’s because of your age. There are some supernaturals that don’t fully come into their powers until they reach a certain age.” “Ah,” she drawls. “And I’ll be eighteen in February.” I’ll have to remember that. February is still five months away. “When is everybody’s birthdays?” she asks. “I feel like I barely even know all of you. I don’t even know all of your last names. I mean, I know Forrest’s last name is Romano and your last name is Wolfe.” “Phoenix’s last name is Felix and Puma’s is Belmont.” I pause as I think over when everybody was born. “All of us are eighteen already. My nineteenth birthday is March 27.

“It means little one.” I nodded. “So when is your cousin coming down?” “He’ll be here Saturday.” “How old is he?” “Technically or physically?” “Both.” “16 physically. 292 technically.” I sat up to look at him. “How do you tell the physical difference between 16 and 17?” “You don’t really, not until you hit twenty-one. Before then, it’s just a matter of opinion.” “Oh, makes sense.” “So, what have you and Alyx come up with for Mason’s party?”

Rob gives a quick summary. “Oh, a cougar,” I joke. His face floods pink when I tease him about the non-existent age gap. Rob is the oldest in our group and is almost 19. His birthday is right before the school cut off on August 30th, and his parents held him back in kindergarten so he wouldn’t be the youngest kid in the class. Whereas I’m the opposite. My birthday is also right before the cutoff, on August 20th, making me one of the youngest in our class and the youngest in our friends’ group but not by much.

Alana was holding tons of boxes of pizzas also Geraldine holding food while Heaven, Zylus, and Kian holding a gift. I wipe my tears after they sang me a birthday song. It is such warm greetings, I'm so touched. "Happy birthday, Ms. Workaholic" Zylus greet me, but his tone is teasing. I hug him tightly after he kissed my forehead. "Our baby turned 19" Kian hug me after I let go of Zylus's hug. I'm the youngest in our circle of friends that's why they're teasing me! "Happy Birthday" He whispered between his hugs.