11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

Rule number nine: No lies - no matter what. Rule number ten: Best friends must fix fights before the day ends. Rule number eleven: Best friends never let anyone come between them. And rule number twelve: Best friends forever — no matter what happens. In a few hours, I’ll officially become a tenth-grade student. But before that, there are a few things you should know about me. Sixteen years ago, I was born into a small but beautiful family. There's my younger brother, Christian, and my father who works several jobs so that we can survive.

little Ming spoke giving me a toothy smile. "W-why?" I asked looking at her. She was eleven years old and only one week later it was her twelfth birthday. She was clueless about her second gender, everyone was. After all the students turn twelve only the tests were done in school. So basically it was two weeks away from her testing.

She turned to Alex, “You should join us too, Alex! It’s a special one. Miss Harper Miller is finally turning 21!” The clock struck midnight on Thursday, and suddenly I was twenty-one. It felt like just yesterday when I celebrated my 10th birthday with my parents. I was a happy child, surrounded by their love and warmth. Now, they were gone, leaving me alone in this world. As I turned 21, I couldn't help but wonder how they would have reacted. They would have been proud, watching their daughter grow into adulthood. I sighed and looked at myself in the mirror, noticing how I resembled her more with each passing year.

"IT'S MY BIRTHDAY! IT'S MY BIRTHDAY" I yelled, jumping on my bed in my room as the clock struck 12 at midnight. My mobile phone started beeping as I received wishes from my friends. It's gonna be the best birthday of my life as I turn 18. It is the day that makes me an Adult, It's a day that makes me eligible to start my warrior training, and It is the day when I find my 'MATE'

(Lily POV) Today is my 14th birthday. There will not be birthday cake, singing, or a party. Instead, we are attending a funeral. My sister's funeral, to be exact. Before my sister... died... we had a large party planned for me. I normally do not have a big party, but 14th birthdays are a really big deal to werewolves. They are the day that we first meet our wolves. The next monumental birthday is our 20th birthday; that is when can first identify our fated mates.

The house had never been quieter and yet never fuller. Elena had just turned seventeen, Leo was twelve, and Mae had recently celebrated her eleventh birthday with another explosion of color and creativity. Time had accelerated in ways Anya both cherished and mourned. Mornings that once rang with the thunder of small feet now carried the deeper tones of teenage music from Elena’s room, Leo’s science podcasts playing at full volume, and Mae’s endless humming as she sketched at the kitchen table.

Living with this family for the past four months is one of the best things that has happened to me in a long while. It's been really fun and I've eased into their lifestyle and adapted to it. It was finally the day of my 21st birthday. Which also means the day I get to know my mate.

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

"Oh, you'd give me a hundred dollar if I ask?" "I'd have. But you didn't ask and your chance is over. My birthday is on September 22." "So, you haven't turned 18 yet! You are only one year and three months older than me. My birthday is in December." "Oh..." I nod. "I guess you're good at maths." "No! I suck at maths!" He says confidently, making me smile again. "Okay little one, if you.." "Ahh..again!" He rolls his eyes.

because just then, in my head I was releaving my 11th birthday. How many times does one turn 11? Once.. and I guess a person should honestly embrace their birthday always right? As it symbolizes something big and beautiful... the birth of oneself. It sucked to me, I used to love birthdays so much and loved them less when my father passed away because he was burried the same month I died on, but the break dealer was what happened when I was 11 What was supposed to be the best holiday of my life turned to one horrific event that I'd never wipe away from my memory no matter how much I try not to.