Beast Boy's Birthday Novels & Stories

“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.”

He brightened up at my arrival, and ran to hug me. I took the boy in my arms, smiling at him, not a polite or fake smile like I showed to others, but a genuine one. He was innocent in all this, and a part of me, traitorous but there, longed to take him as my son. “Uncle Dante,” He began to babble. “It's my birthday soon!” “Oh?” I raised a brow. I had no idea of that. “That’s nice. Will you have a party?’ Marcus’eyes widened, and his adorable smile faded a little.

Might as well lose it on the 18th! "Hello, Jack," someone said. I quickly turned to see a blond guy with blue eyes I'd never seen before. "You... what's your name?" I asked. He turned red. "It's Drake Larson! Anyway, tonight you can call me babe. I'm going to give you so much love." I got up and rolled up my sleeves. I was used to fighting on my birthday anyway. In the past life, Eli and I would pick especially brutal fights whenever we could on birthdays.

I didn't know it was so good! He finds my tongue and sucks it gently. Oh my God... Oh Lord! It's so good! He pulls away from me and asks: - Did you like it? I lower my head because I'm ashamed to admit it! He lifts my head, and our eyes meet: - I see you liked it a lot! - Yes, Uncle! - Then I'll continue. I'll show you something much bigger on your birthday. Do you know the date? - Yes, they told me it was June twelfth.

2 weeks later Bella's POV I woke up with a bright, happy smile on my face. Today is finally here! I have waited for this day all my life and I can't believe it's finally here. My 19th birthday! Not exactly the D-Day but the eve of it. I am super excited because at exactly 12 midnight I will officially be the mate to my childhood boyfriend and first love Brian and also my wolf will be awakened!

“I had become a beast, and I felt no different from Lucas. I was afraid of what I might do.” “We all thought you were dead,” Army said quietly. “There was so much blood, and the Moon Seer said no beast could ever exist in this world again.” “She was right,” Bryain said with a small smile. “Because I’m not a beast anymore. I’m just me now.” At some point, Bryain looked at me across the circle. “I almost missed your birthday,” he said softly. “I’m not missing any more.” I reached over and took his hand again.

Nicole breathed, I smiled before handing him to her. "This is Baxter. He's 4 years old. He was born from a beautiful woman but died giving birth to him. The father killed himself shortly after." Nicole's lip quivered at his story. She played with his unbelievably soft hair. "When's his birthday?" I asked while running my thumb along his cheek. "It's in December...December 24th..." She said while looking at Baxter with gleaming eyes. "Christmas Eve?" Nikki asked breathlessly. "Yup." She said with a pop of the 'p'.

“That’s like a month from now. Well done, girl. Woman. Or um lady.” “I liked it better when you used to call me Mpumi.” ……………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile, Bowman was only stressing about the year coming to an end while his son was not found yet. “I’ll have Christmas without my son!” he cried. “This is bad. Very bad. I don’t want to start a new year without him, no. Oh!” “What? What is it?” Gibson asked. “It’s his birthday on the 1st of January! He won’t celebrate his 23rd birthday with me. Gibson, I’m trying very hard to believe that he’s still alive.”

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

This is all I need for my birthday now, thanks Justin. I still can't believe you didn't tell me when your birthday was! —When do you want it?— This date: —08/10/17—. “Little baby, you. Marcos is older than you. Then you can call me "Baby". -Certain. Birthday and I haven't talked in a long time. No I dont think so. Justin yawned as he spoke. Go to sleep, my son.