Date Alive Novels & Stories

I know where I'm at when I open my eyes. Death is already waiting for me, a wary look in his eyes. "Oh good. You're back to normal." he says relieved, and I'm confused before I remembered that I tried to dance with him. "Yeah, I wanted to apologize for that. I think that had something to do with the fact that the wolf that bit me is addicted to Fae fruit." I explained, and Death nodded. "Yeah, I figured. Mason's lifeline is a mess. It's coming undone slowly but quickly. If I didn't know better, he's dead but that addiction is making his corpse walk around in the living." Death replied.

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.”

Eleanor Ye had made a similar gesture, but Michelle had also refused. Michelle wasn't surprised that Alex knew her birthday. After all, if he could know Lizzy's birthday, why wouldn't he know hers? She turned to him, her smile soft and gentle. With no hint of guilt, she inquired, "Mr. Ye, when is your birthday?" Lifting his gaze to hers, Alex replied, "May 28th, Gregorian calendar." Michelle nodded, a playful grin lighting her face. "While I don't have a bank card whose password I can change to your birthday, I can change my computer's startup password to it."

Massimo said, raising an eyebrow. “Uh… Yes, it’s October 20th. But, what…? Oh, God!” Alice gasped, as the realization hit her “It’s my birthday! How could I forget?! I mean, my new birthday… Sorry, I'm still trying to get used to the idea that the date I always thought I was born in was wrong.” she sighed “I thought I turned 24 in April this year, but…” “Well, now you're officially going to be 24. And, for the first time, I will be able to be by your side.” Micah comforted her, with a beaming smile on his face “I hope you like the gifts I prepared.”

The one where we’d barely made it out of Jakarta alive. The code: 0719. His birthday. The message was real. Callum was alive.

As if possessed by some desperate need, he walked over and picked it up. The screen was pitch black and cold to the touch. He thought for a moment, then entered his own birthday with shaking fingers. The password I had always used for everything. "Click." The phone unlocked immediately, and his heart nearly stopped. Even after everything, I had never changed the password from his birthday. Damien's heartbeat skipped, an indescribable sourness rising in his throat. However, the next second, his breathing stopped abruptly. The phone's wallpaper was no longer a photo of him like it used to be. It wasn't the picture of them together from their engagement ceremony.

Noah finally handed the notebook back, still smiling faintly. Their fingers brushed in the exchange. Brief. Barely there. Eli still felt it all the way up his arm. That was another thing he was learning about Noah. Everything felt bigger with him. Not dramatic. Just sharper somehow. More alive. A few minutes later, Noah stood to stretch, groaning quietly as his back cracked. “You sound eighty years old,” Eli murmured. “I’m suffering.” “You’re twenty-one.” “Exactly. Ancient.” Noah wandered around the end of the table before stopping beside Eli’s chair.

The engagement ring Jason gave me three years from now is gone from my finger. My phone buzzes on the nightstand. The date reads February 8th, 2021. My twentieth birthday. I died on February 8th, 2026. Five years from now. "No, no, no." The words tumble out as I scramble for my laptop. My fingers shake as I search for news articles that should exist but don't. The company merger that made Dad millions. The scandal that destroyed the Millers. Jason's promotion to partner at his firm.

I ran toward the crowd, toward the people who had chosen to celebrate the life I had rebuilt. They surrounded me and began singing "Happy Birthday." In the warmth of their voices and the glow of the candles, I closed my eyes and made the first wish of my life that truly belonged only to me. "To a life well lived, Cindy!" The candles went out. Cheers rose around me. I took a bite of cake and watched the last edge of the sun sink behind the mountains. All the blood-stained memories of Manhattan drifted away with the cool evening breeze, left forever in the ruins of a life I would never return to.

I muttered, earning a tired laugh from her. “Livana Isole Liveshade,” she said, using my full name now. “It’s your last day of school and your birthday. You are going.” Birthday. The thought pushed through the fog in my head. Eighteen. The age where everything was supposed to make sense, the age you met your mate, and the age people stopped looking at you like you were unfinished. I wanted all of that. Nothing dramatic. Nothing complicated. Just something normal. But thinking about it this early in the morning felt exhausting, so I rolled over again.