Birthday Month Personality Novels & Stories

It's Camille's birthday. Ofcourse she's a Leo. A fùcking fire sign. Born August 20th. I don't know much about astrology. I just know the basics. And one thing I've heard about Leos, they are fierce lions. And they have a forest of fire burning inside them. No wonder they are unbelievably hot. Look at Camille. A striking woman aging like freaking fine wine. She's turning fifty two. And Damien is baking her cookies for her birthday. That's all she asked from her son. Freshly-baked cookies made by Damien.

"Oh, never mind. I'm 29 and I was born on November, 1st." "Oh, so you're a Scorpio!" "Jesus, don't tell me you believe in this bullshit." Who should complain of ruining the "perfect picture" now? Abigail seems way too excited about this topic and I fight a disgusted face not to appear. The horoscope is... shortly said: bullshit. The personality shapes through the years. It depends on which side of life the person have seen, through what shit they were. It has nothing to do with being a specific zodiac sign.

"You said early birthday gift so when's your birthday?" "Next month 25th, yours?" "So I'm older than you" I giggled. "My birthday was on the 6th of March" "Are you always this delusional?" Kai had an amused look on his face. "You turned 18 this year and I'm turning 19 this year on the 25th of June." Kill Joy. "I don't care" I rolled my eyes. "I'm older than you"

“I don’t think I’m the best person for that.” Her gaze didn’t flinch. “I think you’re exactly the right person.” I didn’t respond. My hands curled tighter around the blanket as she spread color samples between us, deep navy, silver accents, hints of soft ivory. “He’s a Sagittarius,” I said before I could stop myself. She tilted her head, surprised. “Yes… December fifteenth.” I nodded, eyes tracing the navy swatch. “Restless. Impulsive. Bold. Always moving faster than everyone else.”

I have a best friend named Beth and a boyfriend, Ael, and together, we share endless laughter and unforgettable memories. My Sixteenth Birthday As dawn broke, I awoke excited. Today marked my sixteenth birthday, the day I could finally find my mate. A mate isn't just someone special. It is an individual chosen by the Moon Goddess, a soul-tied connection that binds us together, allowing us to feel each other's emotions. This magical bond is something every werewolf dreams of experiencing, and my heart raced at the thought.

I answer. “When is your birthday?” “September twenty-second. What about yours?” “Mine’s in January, on the twelfth. I’m not really a birthday person” she says sadly. “I see, any reason why?” I ask She shakes her head “not really” she sighs loudly “My birthdays now remind me of my first awful night I was auctioned” Shit! “I’m sorry Em” I say I didn’t mean to stir up hurtful memories. “Let’s change your date of birth”

“It’s my honor! I am very fortunate to be blessed by your magical elixir, I hope that I can repay your favor by doing all that I can to assist you!” Then, Lord Moore quickly added, “Oh yes, by the way, the password for this card is Jasmine’s birthday, 5951201.” Charlie glanced curiously at Jasmine. “Oh? Your birthday is on December 1st?” Jasmine bowed lightly and replied, “Yes, Master Wade, my birthday is on December 1st.” “Your birthday is less than a month away, then.” “Yes.” Jasmine nodded nervously, then asked in a tentative tone, “Master Wade, I may hold a simple birthday dinner on my birthday, I wonder if you are available to attend?”

Is he a kid? The music started playing while we began eating. I don't even know where they got these tasty foods. "Oh yeah, when is your birthday?" Kyros suddenly asked me that. Why is he curious about my birthday. "Mine is November 10." He said. November 10? How come they didn't celebrate his birthday? "My birthday is on January 29! Prepare your gifts for me." Sanjo interrupted while the others started booing him. "I'm asking Lili, not you," Kyros said with a frown on his face. It doesn't matter if he knew or not right?

***Aries I stretched my arms and looked at the clock - 6:05am. Another morning. But today was the eve of our birthday, April 8th. My stomach sunk, tied into uncomfortable knots. Other than the introduction of my wolf, this birthday was no different than the rest. But a queasy sensation took over… like I’d soon find out.

“Junie is seventeen.” “Not anymore,” Tony says, smirking and shaking his head at me as Luca comes up. “Juniper Sinclair is famously a Capricorn. Did someone miss her little sister’s birthday?” I gape at Tony, appalled at myself when I realize that he’s right.