Ciel Phantomhive Birthday Novels & Stories

"Everything Cynthia said would happen has, and it seems we are on track for Damon to mark Elle by his birthday ball." "Is she eighteen yet?" he asks, his face scrunching, trying to recall but unsurprisingly comes up empty thanks to all the fucking meddling. "We don't know; every birth certificate in that folder has different birthdates listed. We were only given one date, her first shift when the spells have worn off, so that Scarlett may come through," I say, taking another swig from my drink, "do you know why Cynthia would hide Elle's real birthday?" I ask him the question that has been nagging me for years to find the answer.

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.

"Happy Birthday darling." Jessica gently kissed Justice's white cheek who was giggling softly because Jessica had just tickled her stomach. Olivia and Sian had a simple party today at their new villa one hundred and fifty kilometers from downtown Vegas. Even though it wasn't Justice's real birthday because the little girl was supposed to have two months ago. Yes, it's a little late to celebrate Justice's birthday, but Sian and Olivia have no other choice because on Justice's real birthday, everyone is busy. Sian even then was on a business trip to Brazil with Aciel for one week.

RAINE’S POV I woke up to the scent of something sweet and the sound of someone humming off-key in the kitchen. For a second, I forgot it was my birthday. Then I stretched, glanced at the clock, and smiled. Twenty-one. I was officially Legal-Legal. This felt so surreal. My phone buzzed at that moment, and Cyril’s name floated across my screen. Butterflies stirred in my tummy as I slipped to answer, a stupid smile on my face.

Lathan chimed in. I glanced at him and gave a small nod. "What year?" he asked next. I hesitated. What year am I? I glanced behind me where Hade was still leaning against the booth's entrance, wearing that unreadable poker face. Was he upset I didn’t join Jarred’s org? He shrugged. I did too. "I'm not sure yet if they credited all my subjects, but technically... I'm third year," I said. "So you're twenty-two?" I shook my head. I pulled out my phone and checked the date. July twenty-six. My birthday has already passed. I blinked at the screen.

Stars Pov- The present. Tomorrow is my 15th Birthday, I wanted to be excited. But I never had any good memories about my birthday. The Alphas son Cain shared the same birthday as me. We were born the same cold winter night. My birthday is December 10th 2008 to be exact. Cain always had lavish parties gathered by loved ones. Receiving gifts and praise from the whole pack. Frowning, I looked down thinking of what it would have been like with my own family if they were still alive.

Liliane would still be insisting she join them after her birthday. Violet’s fork stopped halfway to her mouth. Her birthday. She had totally forgotten about it until now. Thinking of the date, Violet realized her birthday was only a few days away. She ate the pork chop on her fork and chewed slowly as she thought. Violet had always wanted her birthday to be big and go all out. Some expensive venue with all her friends, maybe even hire a band and stuff. She had wanted the world to know that from that day on she, Violet Brown, was officially an adult.

She was treated like a maid by her aunt and uncle. She went to the kitchen cooked her breakfast and sat down eating and scrolling through her social media while aunt Margie kept talking about Hecates new branded clothes and her birthday party planning to make Cynthia jealous. Cynthia never had a birthday celebration, she never wanted to have one as Cynthia's birthday came on 11 May the same day her parents died. Aunt Margie always taunted Cynthia for the same She had a stupid belief that her lovely sister died because of Cynthia

Cassandra grumbled, then she strutted inside the club too. Katherine stayed put in the car park for a minute. She was enjoying the cool air on the hot night. “What is going on between my friends?” She asked herself. Earlier she glimpsed a bench beside the bar when Cheryl was kissing Marla. With her eyes closed, she walked up to the bench, squeezing the bridge of her nose to ease her headache. It was midnight, and officially her birthday. She was born on August 24th at the stroke of midnight. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” she sighed, sitting down on the bench.

There was a giant three-layer cake on the table. The bright candlelight swayed in the wind, like the stars shining in the night sky. "Happy birthday," a gentle voice said from behind. Today was her birthday? Shocked, Hazel looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. It was June 12th. 'Oh my God! It really was my birthday,' thought she. She even forgot it herself, and she didn't expect that he would remember it!