Boruto Birthday Gift Novels & Stories

excitement for his birthday. He pouted and looked at me with innocent brown eyes like mine."Can’t I shift my birthday a little earlier?""Someone is very excited for his birthday this time. What’s the matter?" I asked, tickling him, to which he giggled, hugging me tightly."Stop it!! Stop it, Mom!" He cried, laughing loudly. I could never thank Alaric for this bundle of joy, despite how toxic and sweet our relationship was. Yes, my memory is back. I didn’t know how, maybe because of the continuous attack on my head by Jasmine. Not just Lotus returned, but also my memory. It looked like the person who was the reason behind my memory loss had also become the reason behind my cure.I finally stop

It felt odd, like a small box with something crinkly and delicate attached to the top. I grabbed it and pulled it closer to myself on the bed, my eyes squinting at it as they adjusted to the level of light in the room. My other hand slammed the alarm off with a quick hit. It was a small gift box, wrapped neatly in green wrapping paper, with a gold bow attached to the top, my name written across the top in a swirling script. That was when it finally hit me. It was my birthday. And not just any birthday. The birthday. My 19th birthday. One of the most important days in a witch’s life. Or werewolf. Or any supernatural creature, really.

Sato came in carrying a beautiful kimono. "Milady, this will be your dress for tonight's event." She said. This kimono looks familiar. It's the same one Nōhime was wearing in a painting in the Gifu Castle. I looked at my father and he smiled. "I have prepared a banquet for you Kicho. My daughter's birthday was yesterday and she was to turn 18. When is your birthday?" He asked. My birthday? It was yesterday too. The day I died in the present was my birthday.

“This feast is to celebrate BOTH of your birthdays.” “What?” This time, Aiko was surprised as well. “Courtesy of us.” Keisuke said while discreetly handing her a red packet. Aiko looked down at her hand then back at Keisuke. “This money was for Nozomi’s-” “And you can still use it for her birthday, just in a different way.” Keisuke patted the back of her hand before letting go and backing off. “Eat, eat. Let’s not stand around.”

It approached him and stopped in front of him. "Happy birthday, Ms. Hera." He greeted the girl with a gift. “Thank you. It's good that you took the trouble to give me a gift." He said, while accepting what she gave him. "Wait, what's going on here? gun? pomegranate? handcuffs?” he joked while shaking his gift. Bon just smiled and bowed. "Oh? you know how to smile!" said the girl, but Bon immediately took the smile back and returned to his serious face.

I hesitate, “everyone’s trying so hard, and I feel guilty that I’m not... more into it.” He nods, as if he understands the weight of expectation. “Birthdays aren’t a measure of happiness. Sometimes they’re just... days.” Armata’s silence is thoughtful, and when I finally turn to face him, he’s extending a small, velvet box towards me. “Happy birthday, Princess. I thought you might appreciate something a little... different.”

She imagined wearing it as a reminder of his support, the silent strength he had shown her through their shared moments. The third gift was from William, a quirky little gadget she hadn’t expected. It was a portable phone projector that could transform any blank wall into a mini cinema. Attached was a playful note: “Now you can watch movies anywhere! Just don’t forget to invite us. Happy Birthday! -William.” She laughed softly, picturing the group gathered together, watching movies under the stars. It brought back memories of their laughter and camaraderie, filling her with warmth. Lastly, she picked up a gift from Jinro, her mentor. It was a framed photo of her with the boys at the celebrat

she asked, reaching for it. “Happy birthday!!” Takuto shouted, shoving it into her hands. “My dad told me to give this to you! He said you work too hard and would forget your own birthday!” Yamada blinked. “But today’s not my birthday—” “It’s a surprise! An early one!” Takuto backed away, scrambling for an exit. “He said you love surprises! Oh look, the elevator’s here—bye!” He turned to flee—but she caught him by the collar.

"I'm not feeling any emotion heights with your words...uhm...Yulia. Are you here to kidnap me?" "No. I'm simply paying you a visit." "Really? Am I that pitiful?" "No. You really just beguile my interest. I'm glad I came." He approached her. He took her hand to put a small, silver box with a glittery ribbon on top. "Happy birthday, Tamara Kromatova. Accept my gift to you. May you dream of me until I see you again."

Sapphire slowly walked to Akira's bed holding her belly and put a piece of her favourite chocolate cake in her mouth that she had baked for her the previous night. Carlos followed her in greetings. "Daddy, where is my birthday gift?" Akira jumped from her bed and asked Carlos excitedly. "Your gift?" Carlos tapped his chin dramatically mimicking her. "But I forgot about it." Akira made a face and Carlos chuckled looking at the angry but cute features of her. "My princess, how can I forget your birthday gift? Here it is." Carlos brought out a small brown basket from behind covered in a tiny white blanket. Inside was a little face of a pomeranian pup peeping out its head from the cover. Akira j