Novel & Cerita 139 Days After Your Birthday

“So I'm gonna check on Pebbles and then hit the sack.” “I'm sure Pebbles is fine. How about a drink?” Pops smirked as he grabbed the bottle of whiskey. “Pops, I'm 19, and I promised myself that I wouldn't drink until I'm 21, after what took place with the mayor's daughters.” “Do you see any teens with phones here? Besides, it's your birthday today, so you're a year closer to the big 21.” “Shit,” I ran a hand over my face. “With all that has transpired with Pebbles, Sinister, and Vanessa, I totally forgot my birthday.”

You’d think we’d been friends for years instead of weeks. “My birthday is in a few days. We’ll be celebrating on Saturday afternoon with a little picnic and some cake.” I opened my eyes and focused them on him. “I’d really like you to come.” “Is your birthday on Saturday?” he asked. I sensed a rejection, but did my best to act as if I didn’t feel it coming. “I’m eighteen on Friday, but mom thought Saturday afternoon was the better day for a picnic. Since I was born at 12:10 am, I will have been eighteen for a full day before we celebrate.”

“What’s wrong with that?” “Idiot!” I heard the sound of skin making contact with skin, and I involuntarily flinched. That sounded like it hurt. “Oww,” Cy exclaimed. “It’s Hera’s birthday on the 19th! We won't be able to celebrate her birthday if we attend the party.” Oh. That’s right. I’m already turning 18 come this 19th of March. I mean, they could go to the party for all I care. I don’t enjoy celebrating my birthday anyways. I just feel like it’s an ordinary day.

” “Not even your birthday?” “Birthday?” I’d scoffed, grabbed her hips, and stroked her soft thighs. “I only remember the date, and on that very day, every fucking time, I forget. My brother does a great job of popping a few bottles to mark it, though.” “When is it?” “Next Friday, I think.” Serena jumped out of bed with a gasp “Next…next Friday? Your birthday is next Friday? And you’ll be?” “Forty.” “You’ve got to be kidding me. How have we never had this conversation before? That is literally one week from today, Timur.”

Present Time Ryker's POV "Happy Birthday, sis!" On this day, an important day is upon us—a celebration of my beloved sister's birth. She is 19 years old and hasn't changed much. Our parents considered going out to eat to celebrate because everyone has been so busy these past few months. Since that fateful night four years prior, my entire world has changed, yet time has stood still for her. The arrow of Cupid found its mark, and now every aspect of her being resonates within me with heightened sensitivity.

I read through it all, making sure I returned everything to the exact spot I found it in. When I looked at his driver’s license, I noticed he even managed to look good in a government photo, while most people look like grinches. The date of birth struck me: August 31st, 1989. What was today’s date? I pulled out my phone. Today was the 22nd. That meant his birthday was only nine days away. I thought back to our conversation in Milan. He had mentioned that his birthday was always seen as a curse—something he never celebrated. Because of that stigma, he had spent his whole life ignoring the day. But this year was different. This was his 40th.

I gasped, my head thumping back against the door as he increased the pace. Raze leaned in, his lips crashing against mine in a kiss that tasted of salt and possessiveness. It wasn't a request but a reclamation. While his tongue invaded my mouth, his fingers worked relentlessly inside me, and his hand tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to keep me arched perfectly against his hand. “1,095 days,” he muttered into the kiss, his voice jagged. “I waited 1,095 days for you to come home, and you dare walk back here with another man’s ring on your finger?”

"WHAT'S the plan, Miles? Next week would be your birthday, right?" Andrea said excitedly as we left the building. We just finished our work and we are all stressed from the amount of work. I want to rest my brain because I've used it all day. My eyes narrowed but my mouth parted and eventually smiled as I shook my head. I remembered that it's my birthday next week and that will be my thirtieth year in the world and just like they expected, the curse will be broken because I'm married.

“You look sexier when you sound like that.” “He starts on the fifth, right? And it runs for…” “A week because my birthday is on the twelfth of September.” I complete his statement. “What?” he asks, pulling away from me at once.

I looked at the calendar, at the date circled in bright red for our bonding ceremony. Now, it was my departure date. Countdown: Thirteen days. I opened my laptop and clicked reply. “I accept your invitation.”