Calum Hood Birthday Novels & Stories

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.

He had been hoping that it would be Valencia but to his dismay it was Dominic. Answering him, he spoke in a neutral tone, “Hello, Dominic.” Dominic greeted him cheerily, “Just wanted to ensure that the birthday boy shows up at his birthday party.” A smile appeared on Calhoun’s lips to hear him, “I am not a birthday boy…” “Well, I know that, but you get my point. Don’t be late.” Calhoun chuckled and answered, “Sure” The phone disconnected and he got up from the bed and washed his fingers and hair before quickly drying them and walking out.

he asked me and I smirked. “Because Queen Lisa celebrated her birthday in March, and I am sure that Mom Ava wasn’t pregnant at that time. Madeline was born in November. Don’t forget that she will have her birthday in four days. So, Callum would have only these months to scheme so big and destroy the strongest pack at that time.” I replied to him calmly but with a serious gaze.

~ COLTON ~ It was a Friday night and Colton couldn’t wait to get out of his office in Columbia. Sierra had no classes on Friday, so it was pretty useless for him to be there, except he still had to go because it was his job now. Time was passing by so slow and Colton kept checking his watch. It was February 28th today, which meant it was his birthday. Colton didn’t care too much about that because he pretty much stopped celebrating his birthday since his mother’s death. His mom passed away a day before his eleventh birthday. Ever since then, Colton thought his birthday was cursed.

“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?”

It is giving me a hard time. “You are born in October, the year 1996 the 11th of the month. We- we celebrated your debut… the only thing that is missing that time is… is the debutant. You- you are not there to be seen by the world.” He said and his face turns so gloomy. “My written birthdate is on November 10, 1997. We didn’t celebrate my debut and not even my birthday.” I said as I try to divert his attention away from me.

Coleen The idea had hit me a week ago, right in the middle of folding towels at the athletic complex. Hayden’s birthday. I knew the date by heart. March 21st. We’d gone to the same high school, so I remembered him skipping class one year because his dad had dragged him to some hockey-related dinner, and the guys in my math class had joked about how even birthdays were second to hockey for Hayden Michaels. Now, years later, he was mine. And I wasn’t about to let his birthday pass unnoticed.

The others stopped and looked at me waiting for an answer too. "It's passed. November 6th" I said. It's true. I had my birthday before I passed Dark Knight's territory. It is the 29th of November now. That's why the weather felt cooler than usual. The winter's coming up. "Too bad," Lucy said. "When are yours?" I asked the three of them. "29th of September," Ethan answered first. I nodded and waited for Jarred and Lucy to answer. "It's the 18th of October. Just 2 weeks after him" Jarred said. I was just about to reply to something when Lucy cut my words.

“What is today's date?” I blinked. “What? Today's date? I…” “Go on, tell me. What is today?” My fists clenched. “I do not—” “March 24th, Calista. Think.” He snapped his fingers in my face, and I froze solid, eyes wide as it hit me in waves. “Today…it is my…oh god…” My throat felt dry. “Your birthday Calista.” His voice dipped, “your day, and you did not even remember.”

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general