11 Birthdays Summary Novels & Stories

“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.

PLEASE DROP COMMENTS AS YOU READ, I LOVE TO READ YOUR OPINIONS. Jasmine Harp's Point Of View: I say birthday is for kids, but that was only a lie I told myself to console my vulnerable heart. Who would believe me if I said that I have only celebrated one birthday my whole life which I couldn't remember since I was just a year old. The only thing that made me aware of my one year old birthday was the photos taken. And yes. I, Jasmine Harp, am twenty two years old. All my birthdays seemed like normal days to me. I didn't celebrate my freaky fifteen, not even the special sweet sixteen, let alone my big one-eight or my twentieth birthday.

At least forty bumpy mattresses litter the floor, each one cradling the tired body of another eighteen-year-old Unfortunate. I heard stories about kids in the before time. A birthday was an exciting event they pencilled into their calendar every year. Birthdays were something they celebrated, something they sang about. At these celebrations, they danced, received gifts, and ate sweets. It was a milestone that commemorated their growth into adulthood. Into freedom. My soul longed for a time long past, for a celebration, dancing, and sweets.

LUCY. Tomorrow was supposed to be a happy day, but my heart felt heavy the moment I woke up today. I will be twenty-one, and I have no idea how I will celebrate it. I told Adan I didn’t want a big party, but I’m starting to regret it. I had never celebrated my birthdays since my parents died, and the two years I spent in the orphanage didn’t make up for it as I gave them a false date of birth. So I never get any cakes and birthday wishes anymore on my real birthday.

Lina POV. It’s been 2 weeks since Alpha William introduced me to the pack and tomorrow is my 18th birthday. Or technical it’s first the day after tomorrow. But they say the shift always happens at midnight for the day, so that is why it’s being celebrated tomorrow night. I am sitting in the bathtub relaxing a little, last few days have been so busy, Luna Elizabeth planning my birthday party together with my grandma. Even I told them I don’t want anything big. But they tell me 18 is an important birthday.

It is giving me a hard time. “You are born in October, the year 1996 the 11th of the month. We- we celebrated your debut… the only thing that is missing that time is… is the debutant. You- you are not there to be seen by the world.” He said and his face turns so gloomy. “My written birthdate is on November 10, 1997. We didn’t celebrate my debut and not even my birthday.” I said as I try to divert his attention away from me.

Mia had already heard this from Angelo, but hearing it from Charles made it feel heavier. “For most people, birthdays are a celebration,” Charles continued. “But for my Zac, it’s a day of grief.” A chill crawled over Mia’s skin. “Why?” she asked quietly. “What happened?” Charles exhaled quietly, his eyes clouding with thought. Then, without a word, he stood. “Follow me,” he said. Mia rose, trailing behind him as he led her toward the rear of the estate. ————/ Seventeen years ago, Zac was just a boy—nine years old, eagerly awaiting his tenth birthday. Birthdays had always been a grand occasion in the Cornell household, filled with laughter, gifts, and the warmth of his parents’ love.

**** Lara**** A week later was my 18th birthday and for the first time in a long time, I decided to celebrate. Finally, I was legally an adult and fully independent. The thought was both thrilling and a tad disconcerting. I pushed my loneliness aside and focused on how best to celebrate.

she asked, softly stitching up the cut on top of his eyebrow. "I'm ten years old," He told her, it had been his birthday a few days ago. No one knew about it, he had no one to celebrate it with, and he had no reason to celebrate. It was a celebration of life, his life was not worth celebrating, "How old are you?" "I'm nineteen."

Eighteen is a special birthday for many. My eighteenth birthday is special for different reasons than one would think. Eighteen signifies adulthood, but I’m not so sure adulthood is important to an immortal. It’s not even that I have all the time in the world to grow up. Ever since I started going on missions with my dad at fourteen, I’ve grown up. When you learn to reap souls, and one of your grandfathers is Death, well, you grow up on faster.