11 Birthdays Novels & Stories

She said and patted my back gently. I deflated. "Are you telling me I am somehow 18 right now? How is that?" Bernice thought about it, then smiled. "Because you celebrated 18 birthdays, blew out 18 candles and lived past 18 october 4ths. I guess." I turned to her, my eyes wide. "Look into my eyes and tell me this is not some sick joke."

I finally asked and clenched my jaw to anticipate her disappointing answer. "Seventeen." Holy fuck, seventeen. A fucking minor. I blinked several times while convincing myself that having a hard on towards a hot minor wasn't a sin. Just what the hell did I expect? Sadie's 19 and she's one year old when she was lost. "You?" She asked back. I let out a deep breath before answering, "21."

“That is the last thing that I wanted to do. If we break up as couple, then I will.” Cassius’s beam faded as soon as Harriet mentioned the break up. The two of them aren’t dating for real, and so it is natural to expect their separation soon. Still, this broke Cassius’ heart so hard. That is the least thing he longed to happen, as of now. “The right answer is eleven,” he murmured. “Yes. It’s eleven. Not ten.” “My birthday is… January 11,” he confessed, peering straight into her eyes.

"New meetings should always be welcomed, because that meeting could be just what you needed for a big change to occur in your life." *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. *. It's finally November 10th and it's my 18th birthday. I can't say I feel any different even though I'm of age now, able to drink and have a bank account of my own.

—and she said, "I have to go. I'm so sorry Jace! I'll call you tomorrow, okay? Bye!" The line went dead and I sighed. I snapped my phone shut and began to walk home. I began counting down the exact number of days before my birthday—two. Only two more days and I would be fifteen. It was hard to believe that I was only turning seventeen. Curse my late birthday. It was also hard to believe that my parents would be seeing me—

So that when there are people who are mature in age but mentally not. Being wise is something great because it's not easy to do that and not all parents can afford to be like that "By the way.... what are we going to do on birthdays? Are we just going through the day as usual?" "Tomorrow, you and I will work as usual and have dinner as usual too. the difference is tomorrow I'll be a year older hehehe." Baby rolled his eyes, laughing. 25 is the age that Baby thinks is an adult and doesn't want to have to celebrate her birthday.

I love him too and I don't want to lose him. “What's special about Saturday?” Dad turned to me, raising his brow. “Saturday? I don't know. Saturday is Saturday. Oh. No school.” I shrugged. “No.” Dad drops his hands on the table, laughing. “Come on. Have you forgotten your birthday? November twentieth. This Saturday. Today's Wednesday.” It hits me hard. I covered my widened mouth and Trevor clapped. “I totally forgot. Next Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning eighteen. I'm going to be an adult.” I announced.

May 17th Age: 19 Life is bullshit. That sappy happily ever after bullshit isn't real. I refuse to believe that that shit actually exists. That shit was only made up by people that already had happy lives to begin with. Us broken and forgotten ones don't get a happy ending. We are a disappointment and remain as such till the very end. July 18th Age: 20

It's always the same thing for my birthday each year and I'm getting bored of it. I've been counting the years as I age and I can't help but lament how time flies. It has been thirteen years! Thirteen years ago, when Nathan was placed in cryogenic sleep, he was thirteen years older than I am. This year, we are finally of the same age. It's a shame that I can't express myself. Everybody seems so happy, so I have no choice but to feign a smile too. "Mom, here! Make a wish!" Luna pushed Hilda to the front of the cake while urging her to make a wish.

I looked at him with a mix of sadness and confusion plastered on my face. “I didn’t know I could do that..” I said truthfully. Beta Cornelius frowned “How old are you?” He asked me. I smiled as I replied “I just turned 10 today!” I exclaimed happily. His eyes widened along with Brayden’s eyes. “You just turned 10?” He asked with shock clear in his voice. I nodded and smiled wide. “Happy Birthday, Little One.” Beta Cornelius smiled as he spoke. “Thank you!” I said with an even wider smile.