11 Birthdays Summary Novels & Stories

Alden took a drag from his cigarette and asked skeptically, "Since when did you go from handling firearms to crafting charms?" "I've been making werewolf protection charms since I was a pup. Repairing one for my daughter isn't that hard." Alden smirked. "Carly's 18 years old now. Does she really still need that dainty pink protection charm? It's meant for pups." "No matter how old she gets, she'll always be my little pup." Dad stood and straightened his sleeves. "She lost her home when she was young, and then her mom, whom she loved most. As her dad, I've already failed her enough."

(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.

"It's your birthday next week. How are we celebrating it? Do you want to do anything in particular?" "I'm not sure if I want to celebrate it Pari. I really haven't done it for a while. Let's skip it" He replied passively. "How come... It's your birthday and it's our first time together...." "Actually that day doesn't hold a good memory for me.. So I decided not to celebrate it anymore" "If it's too sensitive I won't probe you more" "Actually you have rights... My parents got divorced after my birthday celebration when I was 10. So as a child, my concept of a happy family was broken that day. After that, my birthday doesn't hold any importance to me"

I muttered, earning a tired laugh from her. “Livana Isole Liveshade,” she said, using my full name now. “It’s your last day of school and your birthday. You are going.” Birthday. The thought pushed through the fog in my head. Eighteen. The age where everything was supposed to make sense, the age you met your mate, and the age people stopped looking at you like you were unfinished. I wanted all of that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing complicated. Just something normal. But thinking about it this early in the morning felt exhausting, so I rolled over again.

The Birthday Party In about a few weeks’ time, it was Damien’s birth week, and his excitement was bubbling over. It was only Monday, and he had to wait two whole days before the big day, but the anticipation was nearly unbearable. His thoughts were consumed with turning eighteen—a milestone that meant leaving adolescence behind and stepping into adulthood. The idea thrilled him. School was back in session, which was another reason for his excitement. Every morning as he walked down the halls, his eyes would search for Matilda.

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.

She answer. “I know they will,” I say and smile. Tomorrow, we turn eighteen, but that day doesn’t only mark our birthday. Nora and I were born exactly one year after our unborn sister was killed when our mom was injured in a war. Ever since we were little, we had started this day by eating breakfast together as a family, and then going to Natalie’s grave. Mom and Dad told us that doing this makes the rest of that day and night free to celebrate us. But we didn’t mind, we were honored to be born on that day, even if it was a year later. And this year we had made something special to lay by her grave.

Most of it was for spells but some was for cooking. I read through the list and groan. Most of these herbs are a few miles from my house. I fold the list and stick it into my skirt pocket and walked to my room. I grabbed a small basket and looked at my calendar and there was two more dates to remember for the rest of the month. My birthday and my parents death day. 110 years and so many more to go. November 28, 1446 was yesterday, my actual birthday. I haven't aged since I turned 21.

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.

There is something fishy. “What you are implying?” I ask curiously. “Alpha. Let me tell you what I got in brief,” he says, and I nod. I want to know every bit of truth and I believe he will tell me only the truth. “That year it was the first time Alpha Robert celebrated her birthday.” He says, and I look surprised. “First time means?” Is this a joke? She was eighteen, so her birthday should be celebrated every year, right? “Luna’s birthday was never celebrated before in this pack. Every year, both Aries and Ariel’s birthdays are used to celebrate. But they never celebrated Luna’s birthday.” he says, and I was becoming confused.