April Birthday Zodiac Novels & Stories

“It is fascinating! But to read someone’s chart accurately, we need their date of birth and the exact time they were born. That’s crucial for determining the positions of the planets at the moment of their birth.” Isla nodded, her mind racing. “I know Angelina’s date of birth! It’s March 15, 1985. But I don’t know the exact time she was born.” “That’s fine,” Maria said, her tone reassuring. “I can work with just the date for now. Let’s see what we can find out.”

April said, slapping Cyrus’ arm, who pretended to be more hurt than he actually was. “I’ll hunt your ass and show up in your fucking dreams. I’ll terrorize your life.” “You have a wolf; you’ll go to the moon like the rest of us.” April said, sounding annoyed with her mate, but I knew she loved that man more than anything. “Sounds kind of nice. We’ll party it up with the Moon Goddess and have barbeques on the moon every fucking night. So maybe, when I go, you go like a year later or so? Let me get the layout of the fucking land so I know all the right spots. And then we can tear the moon up.”

she murmured to herself, gently touching the overgrown tall grasses. “And me,” she said under her breath. “I’ll be twenty-four in a couple of weeks.” Then again, April the 8th wasn’t her actual birthdate. It was the date she was found on the doorstep of the orphanage, and she’d already been more than a couple of days old.

Lerisa replied, “Oh! You’re right. I forgot it in my car.” Lerisa quickly walked back to her car, unlocked the back door, and took out the white polythene bag from her shopping trip. “It’s Anthony’s birthday today, April 30. He’s 30 years old.” “Wow… Thank goodness I’m back home so I won’t miss it,” Martha said. Lerisa smiled at her sister as they walked into the house.

The moment the screen went dark, a piece of my heart went with it. In the past, my birthdays were never quiet. Because my birthday is November 8th and Cassian's is October 28th. I'm a November Scorpio, and he's an October Scorpio. Cassian hated socializing and almost never celebrated his birthday, so from the time I was a teenager, I would drag him into my celebrations. I insisted he blow out the candles and make a wish with me. Gradually, everyone around us assumed the same—we shared a zodiac sign, and we always spent our birthdays together.

April, the name of a woman who obtained everything just by proposing it. Son of Hades, a two-faced man who knew nothing.

she says encouragingly while pulling out different documents from a file to put them on the table. Oh, she will be so fired soon. “So, let us start with this,” she pushes the first form over the table, and I put a finger on it to pull it closer while starting to read it. “Oh, you are a Taurus, right?” I blink a few times as her question finally reaches my brain, but it takes me a few heartbeats to understand what she means. “Ah, yes. twenty-eighth of April, yes. And you are?” I’m not really into this star-thingy, pseudo-science, but I know how crucial it can be to a woman and how desperately I need to be on good terms with this one.

For Jordan, she's getting those stone massages. "Shit, I almost forgot about it. What am I going to do?" I've been so caught up with working and looking for an apartment I forgot my own son's birthday. The following month is August, the month of the zodiac sign Leo, which I named after. Well, his full name is Lionel.

Even after everything Madeline did to me, her wolf still chose loyalty. “Diane.” April’s voice cuts through the clearing like a breaking branch. Every single wolf in the tree line goes dead silent. “I will be Betty’s counterpart,” April states, stepping forward until her massive shadow completely blocks out the white wolf. Diane turns, her eyebrows pulling together. “Are you certain, April? The curse broke you. You have not rested enough to endure a binding.” April opens her jaws, letting out a vicious, warning growl that makes the dirt beneath my feet vibrate. She does not answer with words. She doesn’t need to.

“I find that hard to believe sometimes.” “Would you be jealous if you weren’t the first?” “You have a great sense of humour; you could become a successful comedian. I wouldn't be surprised if you told me that your birthday's on April 1st.” “Fun fact, you guessed the month correctly. It's April 29th. What about you?” “That's for me to know and for you to find out.” “Shouldn't friends tell each other when their birthdays are?” “Anyway, Tis is back.”