Birthday Month Personality Novels & Stories

He was slightly startled and lost his grin. His looks were different compared earlier. He immediately sighed and nodded. “ Yeah, it really is a friendly date.” Our ordered lomi were already served. We talk about each other while eating. He shared some details about himself. He's a Scorpio, same as mine. He is an only child so at an early age he was helping his family. I wish I have that attitude too. That I can do things even though it's not my passion. I no longer want to be forced into something I do not like.

Today is my nineteenth birthday that's why my friends from college and foster home are calling me to wish me. My birth date is not confirmed because there was no one to tell my exact date of birth. I was found in an apartment all alone. However, the orphanage said I was just two weeks old, but still they put that date as my birthday in my birth certificate the day when I was brought to orphanage. It's a problem that faced by many orphans like me. I'm not the only one. My birthday comes in the beginning of December. Ryan and Carol also call me to wish me. I don't know if Hobsons know about my birthday or not. But Melanie knows. She is right now in my room with a small vanilla cake she tried t

She might just end up hating her own birthday forever. Sighing, she zipped her bag shut and placed it beside the bed. She didn't want to leave this place. She teared up thinking she might not even be able to see Martha and Vanessa anymore, and worse, she might never see Caroline again! She glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall. It read August 10th. Her birthday was on August 14th. She had never really been overly excited about her birthday, nor had she ever hated it, but right now, she was truly dreading it.

He sighs and places his head on his hands. "March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me. Why are you so surprised?" He asks. "Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me. "That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened. "Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?"

He started to explain. "B-beta?" "He was the one who was out at the backyard the other day." Oh.. "Right. Sorry, I shouldn't have said that." he apologized. "It's okay. Then, can you tell me something about mate?" I looked up with curiosity. He chuckled lightly and patted my head. "Someone's curious. Well, his birthday is September the 13th. He's turning 22 this year. His favourite colour is black and blue. He is very protective of his sister. He is very harsh-"

Leon said, “The actual date.” Angela said, “I remember it’s November 22. I didn’t expect Sunny to be a Scorpio.” Leon smiled. “I don’t know much about zodiac signs, but technically, Sunny isn’t a Scorpio.” Angela’s eyes filled with question marks. Leon said, “November 22 isn’t Sunny’s birth date. It’s her second birthday—the day she came out of the incubator. That’s why Sunny celebrates on her second birthday every year.” Angela thought of how Sunny’s mother passed away on the day Sunny was born.

"You have a great deal of purpose for that! That is all I'm to you, having a womb and letting someone out on legs!" "That is not something to joke about." He sneered. "And my birthday?" She asked abruptly, as yet overlooking him. "When's my birthday?" His jaw gripped and he stayed quiet, keeping his eyes stuck to hers. "I see compelling reason need to show off my abilities along these lines… " "You can't respond to it, can you?" She tested. "Yours is on the twenty-fifth of February. You have three sisters, Rosa bell, Anne, and Marie and an enormous more distant family relatives. You hate spinach and are afraid to honey bees, you like… "

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

“Come sit. Have a drink.” She gave me a look, clearly not convinced, but she let it go and took the empty seat beside me. Then, she sighed, running a hand through her hair. “So, apparently,” she muttered, “my birthday isn’t when I thought it was.” Callum raised a brow. “What?” She exhaled, glancing at us. “My mother just told me I was born on the full moon. Which means my birthday isn’t the day after tomorrow. It’s tomorrow.”

“I want to be a few steps ahead with the next luna.” Ronnie faced him fully. “Beck, you know he won’t be with any obe else.” The man just shrugged. “Just in case.” Ronnie shook his head and turned back to me. “Why did you ask when her birthday is?” I turned back to the necklace and Aurora. “Because I wanted to know what her birth stone was. You see Aurora, Decembers’ birth stone is turquoise. But emerald is May’s birth stone. Now, why would your mother get you May’s birth stone when your born in December?”