139 Days After Your Birthday Novels & Stories

Tyson smirked. “31 Days.” Chance affirmed. “Which Day was today”? He asked. “Ninth.” Dr. Tyson added. “Twenty two days to go, man I am gonna savor these.” with a devilish smirk, Chance declared.

"You have until my birthday. November twenty eighth. After that, I'm moving forward with or without your cooperation." He nodded and left without another word. I sat alone in my office, staring at the calendar on my desk. Eight days until my birthday. Eight days until my power peaked. Eight days until everything changed forever. I was ready. TO BE CONTINUED...

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.

It was my birthday on that day it happened; I had just turned 13. I was inside my house. My parents and sister went out to bring the cake. It was an evening time, I could feel an immense eerie feeling pass over me. I went out to check what was going on. Suddenly, alarms started blaring. All I remember was waking up after an hour in a hospital, and hearing that most of the normal people in the world, and some cyborgs, lost their lives and my family members also lost their lives. *Sob* About 1 billion people died on that day.

Kiara was hesitant as she began to brush my hair again, long gentle strokes that she made sure stayed clear of the silver chain around my next. “What do you want to know?” Kiara asked hesitantly. “Well, how about we start with how old you are?” “sixt-, I mean fifteen. My birthday is on the new moon.” “The new moon… that is in what? Two weeks? “Ten days.” I had forgotten how much time had passed while on the trail. “You know, my birthday was just a few days ago?” “Really?” she seemed really excited about this. “Do you remember anything special happening a few days ago?”

I had been too focused on training I had completely list track of time and the fact it will be my 18th birthday in 10 days. Oh my God 10 days and I will finally have my wolf and also may find my mate. I honestly didn't know what had excited me more. Or maybe it is the nerves that were flooding my body like a tidal wave either way, the day was coming and all I can do is count them down.

“You giving birth before 14th November 2026 is all that matters to me!” My heart skips a beat. 14 November is my birthday and I will be 19 years old by 14th November 2026. “I don't understand… what's going to happen if I don't give birth before then?” I wait. The question hangs between us, still, he doesn’t answer..His face hardens instead. His fists curl slowly at his sides as we just stare at each other. “Eat the bloody food, Miss Moonbane.” he snaps. “No,” I say firmly. “Not until I know.”

Six months. Dr. Aris had said it with the same tone one might use to discuss the weather. Six months, give or take. Your brother lasted three weeks past his twentieth fifth birthday before the accelerated cascade. You’re holding better. Stronger bloodline, perhaps. Or simply more denial. The physician smiled at that. Julian had wanted to burn him alive.

THIRTEEN YEARS AGO _______________________ -NINA- "How far is it?" I asked Chris, turning my head away from the car window to face him. Today is my 17th birthday and I wanted to spend the whole day with him. After having a quick lunch celebration with my family, Harper came by to pick me up. She is covering up for my parents, pretending that I'm going to sleep at her place. In reality, I'll be staying with Chris at one of his family's beach houses. She was not happy about it, but she agreed. I told her that this would be my birthday present and she wouldn't have to give me anything else.

See why he’s my Beta? “Exactly.” “So what are you going to do?” He asks sympathetically. “The only thing I can do. Wait.” “CAN you though? How long till her birthday?” “In three months.” He sucks in a breath, “I hope Morrtemis sends some luck your way because you’re going to need it,” he says, patting me on the back. This is about to be the hardest three months of my life and if by the end it all ends up being for nothing, I don’t know what I’ll do. I need more than good luck; I need a damn miracle.