Birthday Month Personality Novels & Stories

He laughed. "Our relationship doesn't exactly play by the book,” I smiled. “When is your birthday?” My eyebrows raised. "Suddenly?” "Shouldn't friends know that much about each other?” "My birthday is June 16th." “That’s—” "In the next two weeks, yes.” I nodded. He leaned forward. "How do you usually celebrate your birthday?” That sounded like an alien term to me.

I follow her as she tells me," my birthday is in October. Actually Herman and I's birthday is in October. So I'm still twenty six." "Oh...I see. When exactly in October?" "The twelfth. What about you? When's your birthday?" " The nineteenth of May," I tell her , feeling happy about it. " You must really love your birthday," she comments as we walk down the stairs. "Yep....I do. Only because mum let me skip school on my birthday so it became a public holiday for me," we both laugh at that. " Yeah I'm so lazy." I squint my eyes as we walk out the door. Feeling like a vampire in daylight.

“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.”

If there's even that word existing in someone's vocabulary. She's a Capricorn woman and that makes her the same age as me. My birthday is every twenty-first of may. That's a month from now, that means Sheena and I are both still twenty-three. So yeah, we kind of aged a bit the same but not really. Confusion. I mean, she's slutier than me, but we both know who's more wicked in calculations, speculations and instinct estimations. I'm more on logical thinking while Sheena is into academic focus.

Because of his volcanic anger and unpredictable behavior, she couldn't read him. 'Happy birthday self!' She was delighted when she remembered her birthday, which was today. The thirteenth of May. She almost missed her birthday. Thank goodness for the calendar in the living room. It's her birthday, and her father isn't there to celebrate with her. She longed to see her father! She wanted to cry, but she refused to be overcome by sadness.

“Amongst other things…they are pretty narcissistic people, psychopathic almost…possessive and over protective.” “Hmm…” Cory rolled his eyes. “I guess there is something in the star sign thing after all…that’s him to a T.” “Ah-huh…” “So what’s yours?” “Mine? I’m born at the end of November so I’m a Sagittarius…” “And what does that mean?” Quinn shrugged with a wistful look. “Not much.” “You’re not going to tell me?” “I’m sure if you were really interested you could find out for yourself…” She gave him a challenging little pout and turned to focus on the movie.

she asked, but she already knew that he was born on November 25th, 1993. "November 25th. What about you?" "April 5th, 1996." She answered him. "You'll be twenty-three in a few months, don't forget to invite me to your birthday party." He winked, causing the girl before him to blush. Her celebrity crush wanted to attend her birthday party. Could her night get any better? Probably not. "Will do." She smiled widely, showing her white teeth. "Favourite country you've ever visited?" she asked him.

As I sat, he also took his seat. We ate while talking to each other, knowing ourselves even more. I started to ask him what his favorite color is. "Black," he answered. "But that is not a color, that's a shadow," I said to him. "It's still a color." Okay then. "How about your birthday?" I asked next. "This month." This month? Wow, we were born in the same month. "Really? When?" I asked again. "February 20." My eyes widened a bit. February 20 is my birthday too. What a great coincidence.

My next thought is that the confrontation with Paul Tien in the alley was a bad dream, that I’m still here from getting beaten by his goons; I never left. No. The room might look the same, but it’s different. Different wounds, too. And the first thought nags at me again before I can distract myself from it, like it’s been waiting by the bedside for me to wake up so it can poke my throbbing shoulder and whisper in my ear, demanding my attention. Your birthday is in January. Chinese New Year changes dates with the lunar cycle but it always comes later than the 14th. Often as late as February. You’re not a tiger, you’re an ox.

Well my birthday is finally here!....... while I truly don’t feel like celebrating, I am beyond excited to finally get to meet my wolf… I wonder what she will be like…. What she will look like….. what her personality will be like…….. as she is going to be like another person I have to share my headspace with at time so I hope she is strong, someone to help me………