11 Birthdays Summary Novels & Stories

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.

I recognized them, they were friends with Jake, we were all the same age more or less, Jake was eighteen years old and so were they, I was yet to turn eighteen which was merely a few months away, not that this held any real importance to me however, I could remember my birthday month, but not the actual day. My mom had always told me how I was born in May, she called it the most beautiful month. Thinking of this made me feel both happy and sad.

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WARNING The following chapter contains acts of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. These acts may be triggers to some readers. Please continue with caution. Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration of being alive. It is a reflection of living another year, and the accomplishments that go with it. Some see it as a time for reflection, looking back on how much you have grown as a person. I truly believe that no one thinks that they are going to come face to face with death on their birthday. Fate is a tricky beast though and sometimes she has to bite you in order to push you over the ledge and into your destiny.

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."

I smile at him shyly and keep walking. Back at the school, each of them gives me their gifts and surprise me with a birthday cake. It was a small celebration. Just my friends. I'm grateful that Penelope didn't throw something bigger. I'm not much of the party girl type. While we are eating in the common room I get texts from my mom and a few other family members wishing me a happy birthday.

She laughed as she gestured for me to go on. ' I already celebrated my birthday on January 20, before I was found by Lilliana.' She nodded her head and sighed. ' so you had just turned eighteen? Have you or forest ever thought about what it would be like to celebrate your birthday after that? I mean you spent two years alone, did you ever once think about your birthday?' What's with her and these questions? I shrugged my shoulders and allowed forest to answer her since he was the one in control at that time and not me.

She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but then, she knew that her mommy knew nothing. She observed the date again and started counting. Her real birthday was celebrated eleven days prior to Christmas, but this date was twenty days prior to Christmas and the same birth year. Calvin used to celebrate her birthday every month, just an excuse to celebrate a day with her by eating their favorite chocolate cake, just the two of them. But she knew that when her real birthday was celebrated, all her family members used to be there with her, along with pack members.

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I took her in my arms and shook my head as I thought of an answer, but Finn answered. “Mommy’s,” he said, flickering his eyes at me and guessing he was right. “Mommy’s birthday is in September, and she’s turning twenty-three,” Lyra Helene told him, making me want to groan. Why do my kids just give me away? Finn raised his eyebrows, creasing his forehead like he was reminded of something, then smiled at her. “Really? That’s nice. My birthday’s in September, too, and guess what? I’m turning twenty-three like mommy.”