Danganronpa Birthdays Novels & Stories

To think of it, there was no Travis Scott at the party. What was I thinking? She fist bumped him and nodded her greeting to me. I smiled at her. “ Where’s Damon?” He asked. “He was here a while ago. He’s probably inside. You should check there.” “Okay,” He said. “We’ll have the cocktail you prepared on my birthday. Less ice for me.” “Coming right up.” she turned back, searching for ingredients to use. “So, when’s your birthday?” “January 27th. Yours?” “September, ” I said. “13th of September.”

“What’s the date this Sunday, daddy?” I couldn’t catch the gist of her query and replied casually. “It’s the ninth of June, princess.” But Scarlett kept looking at me for a length of time, her hopeful eyes perplexed me. Was I missing something? My confusion was cleared by Helena, she mind-linked me. “Ninth June is the date of birth of our kids, Alpha. It’s their fifth birthday.” Shit! There were only two days left in my kids’ birthday and I forgot about it! Blitzer reprimanded me on the spot.

"You two make a fool of yourself, then I will answer." "It's September 22nd." "Is it?" Dante questioned, his dark eyes on me. I shook my head, only to gasp, when Allister grabbed the back of my nape and said, "Don’t lie, princess, that's not a good habit." A bunch of keys came flying at me, I thought it'd hit me in the face. I closed my eyes, expecting pain. But it went flying past me and hit Allister’s arm. Dante said, "She is not lying. Her real birthday is, in fact, not September 22nd, but June 22nd."

She just lost her best friend, her enemy, her lover, her husband, and the father of her son—a few days ago, exactly on her birthday. When Dior barged into Farrah's life, her once monotonous birthdays were slowly replaced with joyful ones. The moment Dior accepted Farrah as his other half, there's no sad birthdays for Farrah no matter what crisis they faced. However, at this moment, Farrah's birthday will slowly turn back to the way it was before. Monotonous, plain, and boring. Farrah, at the age of 27, is now a widow.

"I don't know how Avalyn tolerates your cranky ass all the damn time. I'm going to leave after Avalyn and your birthday to chase another lead for fuck's sake. Can you calm your tits for two fucking days?" Avalyn's and my birthday fell on consecutive days. But the weirdest thing was that she was born on 22 May at 11:58 pm and I was born on 23 May at 12:02 am. We were born exactly four years and four minutes apart. It was weird but cool at the same time. And today was the big day. She turned twenty four and I will turn twenty eight tomorrow. There was no way in hell I was going to miss her birthday. The first of many that we were going to spend together.

“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?”

Nobody needed to. The answer was already there. Waiting. Obvious. The date she'd celebrated her entire life. The birthday on her driver's license. The birthday on every legal record. Every school form. Every employment file. Every medical document. It was wrong. The card continued. Only one additional sentence. One sentence that made Dani's blood run cold. You've been celebrating the wrong day for twenty-eight years. Signed: Elena --- The room exploded into chaos. Questions. Arguments. Demands.

He can obviously tell that I am confused as he starts laughing more. “Date Alena, what is today’s date?” I feel the panic rise up inside me. What have I forgotten? It isn’t our anniversary as we already missed that. The girl’s birthdays are next week. Jackson’s is in a month. Grabbing the phone, I check the date. Not a chance. I put the phone down and begin shaking my head. “Do not even think about it.” I am serious. He better not! “It’s your birthday. Do you really expect us to forget? I mean, okay, last time, yes, but you were pregnant, I was meant to be dead, and well, things were all over, but now it’s your birthday. Get your ass out of bed and get dressed.”

She leafed through the photo album, smiling and crying at the same time, as each flick of the pages transported her back to certain moments in history, to a time when her life was enchanted with love and magic. She met Warwick Kent on her fortieth birthday. Luann insisted on throwing a small birthday party at Barb's Diner. She said only about ten people would be there, twenty at most. But Sonja had almost gotten a heart attack when she walked into Barb's, and the whole town, or what would fit of it, had cheered 'Happy Birthday'. Everyone had shown up to celebrate her milestone birthday, even Hannah and James, Luca and Julian's parents. The brothers were also there, with April and a few vampi

Zak teases and Devin groans again. “Speaking of,” Brandon turns to look at me, “I got back just in time for my Luna’s birthday.” I look at him confused. “What?” “Your birthday’s tomorrow. It’s New Year’s Eve,” he says in a matter-of-fact tone. “Oh, shit! I totally lost track of the days!” I say, completely surprised. “There’s kind of been a lot of shit going on. “We didn’t forget,” Zak says, a meaningful smirk on his face. “After the Alpha Council meeting, your parents are taking the pups for the night. We’ve got plans for you.”