August 23rd Zodiac Novels & Stories

Because it was real. “So, since his birthday is on February 28th… he’s a Pisces?” Rosie chimed again. “I guess so,” Sierra shrugged. Unlike Rosie, she never cared too much about astrology. “Let’s see,” Rosie pulled her phone out excitedly and began typing. She quickly found an article titled ‘Everything You Need To Know About Dating a Pisces Man’ and began reading it out.

He knew that the others were always being unfair to her, of course he never allowed anything extreme to happen to her, at least during classes. Atarah stood up slowly, there was nothing beautiful about that question anyway. Anyone of these numb skulls could easily read a book or something to get the answer. "The twelve months of a year ranging from January to December all have different affinities when the moon shines out, for example those born on the month of May are regarded as fire wolves or maybe august as lightning wolves......." That was enough, Atarah could proudly sit down and take a rest, avoid being in the spotlight but a foolish grin formed on her face and she continued.

he asked suddenly, his tone changing. "Nineteen," I replied, confused by the question. "I'll be twenty in August." Antonio stopped walking completely. His grip tightened on his walking stick. The look on his face was one of shock and hope. "I'll be twenty in August." "August," he repeated. "You were born in August?" "Yes, sir. August fifteenth." "Madonna mia," he breathed. "You're exactly the same age as Adrian. He was also born in August—the fifteenth, the very same day."

Keep her safe from the light. ******** I stared at the faded ink, my breath hitching in my throat. Today was August 22. My chest tightened with a wave of relief. Thank goddess. My actual birthday really was exactly what I had always known it to be. I hadn't been living a lie about my own age.

I normally just wait for him to come back to reply the texts. "0828." He replies before rushing to the restroom at the back. 0828? Wait. Wait a second. Wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait wait. Waaaait a second. 0-8-2-8? Is this a coincidence or uhh, 28th of August? That's our wedding date.

That’s why I made sure to miss each one of them. “Okay, and what day was that?” “August, ninth, two thousand and nineteen,” she replies, as if it should be normal, but everyone else except her knows that it’s not.

"Yeah and I told you is on the 21st of August." Laura answered. "I guess you may wanna have a look at this." Kiara said and showed her a calendar. "Oh my God, today is 21st of August how can I forget my own birthday." Laura gasped. "Maybe because you made up your mind not to celebrate it." Alpha Vincent said.

She said: “These are two prophecies of mine, but all of you have to keep silence!” “We got it.” Everyone said. Pure told all the captains to leave because she had to do something. Before going, Lowen asked: “When does the selection of constellation representation take place?" Pure looked at him: “About seven or eight hundred years later. Never too late to hold…” Lowen: “I hope this time is not too complicated.” “I hope so!” Lowen left right then. Pure came back to her palace, and took a deep sleep. She must report back. Something bad is going to happen…

I was simply shocked with the sudden Q and A. “You are a Gemini. Explains why you are good with word sir,” I replied confidently. Gemini’s were known to be friendly, thinkers and good at persuading people. Unfortunately they are also known to be two face. “Why don’t you guess my zodiac sign? I was born on August 17, 2005,” I challenge him too, since he also challenge my intelligence in astrology. “You would be a Leo. The reason you can easily adapt in the environment also your aloof personality,” his reply with a grin smile. He was right thou. Someone is really aware of the astrology.

“Someone’s grumpy.” “I’m frustrated,” Trixie fires back. “And before you ask—no, it’s not that time of the month. It’s the ‘I-just-want-to-find-my-mate-before-I-burst’ time.” Parker gives her a sideways glance. “That a medical diagnosis now?” Trixie glares at him. “Don’t tease me, Parker. I’m serious.” She pushes up from her chair with a huff. “My birthday is in two weeks —August 21. I’m throwing a party. I expect presents. Sparkly ones. And maybe—maybe—if the Moon Goddess doesn’t hate me, I’ll find my mate.”