Birthday Month Personality Novels & Stories

The rain, the snow, wet floors. Ugh. But I am always compensated by the joy and happiness that envelopes me on my birthday, as it always fall on the early stage of winter. I make a mental note to visit Jude’s room tonight and look at the calendar there. I have lost track of time and days in my stay here. But I know I was born on the month of June. And I had gotten married to Jude on August. Right? I guess. The thought of my birthday brings a smile on my face. A smile that instantly disappears when I remember that Jude might not be here on that day.

Wow, I would never have thought of that. Sam: Yes I do. Wat’s up? Ken: Do you know what he is? It took a while before she answered. Sam: What do you mean? “She’s a bit skeptical now. Change the plan.” I told Ken. We were sitting at the breakfast table staring intently at Ken’s phone and concentrating on the conversation. Ken: A Virgo. Meaning his birthday is coming up soon and I was hoping you would help me out coz we planning a big party for him.

Then, I suddenly remember something as I checked my digital wristwatch which not only displayed the time but also the date August 16, 2021 - 10:05:55 pm No freaking way! It's my birthday and I had totally forgotten. I had so many plans for this day, I mean Tristan had plans, he wanted to make it special because my birthday always fell on a special day in the werewolf world every other year. My mood dampened immediately. I felt a pang of hurt at how horrid my life had turned out these couple of months. This is not how I planned to celebrate my eighteenth birthday at all, I inhale deeply feeling tears blurring my vision.

The Linc to My Fish: I'm your big bro; it's in my job description to tease you. Me: Whatever. And even though my text might sound like I'm currently annoyed, I can't suppress the small smile that tugs at the corner of my mouth, even if I wanted to. If it weren't for Alex's unwavering support, who knows what I'd be like now? Definitely not the twenty-six-year-old kid at heart I've recently become. But then again, my horoscope deserves some credit for that—I am a Gemini, after all. The Linc to My Fish: You know I love you.

he murmurs ashamedly. “You should feel bad for that, that was incredibly creepy,” I say matter-of-factly. He nods, “I have learned my lesson. To answer your question, I’m thirty-three. My birthday is June sixth. In case you were wondering,” he says with a playful smirk. “Noted. I’m twenty-eight, if you were wondering and my birthday is October thirty-first.” “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asks with surprise. “No way!” “That was never an issue until I moved here,” I sigh.

With no other options, I had to continue on my own path to win him over. It wasn't until my 22nd birthday that Gus announced he wanted to break off our engagement.

"That was almost eighteen years ago. I didn't know either of them, so it was like losing something I never even had in the first place." "You're not eighteen yet. When's your birthday?" "December twenty-first. When is yours?" Emily was surprised Zach wanted to carry on a conversation with her. He seemed much different now than he did the first few days at school. "Oh, so you're a winter solstice baby." That was interesting to know. Usually, those who may have some sort of connection with the world of wolves were born under the time of the summer or winter solstice, but in most instances, it’s the summer.

Even though I've proven time and time again, I'd be the same ol' same. ps. happy birthday to every body this year in advance. Enjoy it, or you'll regret it. January 9th · I'd like to say goodbye to universe. I've been waiting to go. January 19th · yay. back to school. January 25th · am I ok? No, hehe. lemme laugh about it. April 10th · hey who believes in zodiacs? I do. July 6th · it's cold outside I'm cold inside

She kept quiet, I figured she was thinking. "Think very carefully....." I said again and she sighed, "okay, I know your name and surname...now I'm stuck between your birthday and birthyear..." "Right.. this is interesting right..." "No..." then she chewed something, "I shouldn't have to ask you one question.. it's not fair.... but anyways when's your birthday?" "It was last month... on the 13th of November.... " She sighed, "God... now I have to wait for the whole year again...."

WARNING The following chapter contains acts of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. These acts may be triggers to some readers. Please continue with caution. Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration of being alive. It is a reflection of living another year, and the accomplishments that go with it. Some see it as a time for reflection, looking back on how much you have grown as a person. I truly believe that no one thinks that they are going to come face to face with death on their birthday. Fate is a tricky beast though and sometimes she has to bite you in order to push you over the ledge and into your destiny.