Dave Strider Birthday Novels & Stories

- I heard Zik's voice. "Woah! Relax Bro! You're too highblood!" I heard Trevor's voice. What? Did I hear right? Tomorrow is also Zik's birthday? Why I didn't know that?" I asked myself in surprise. Does that mean there's a Triple Occasion tomorrow?! our 1st wedding anniversary... Valentines day and his birthday too? question in my mind.

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

For the past weeks, I’ve been pessimistic and this release was exactly what Striker and I needed. She wasn’t Natalie but it’s been more than 3 months since she left. My birthday was next week on the 27th of December. I missed her but she never reached out to me. Not one call or text. Did I not matter to her? Was she even aware of the attack my pack suffered?

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

"That's right. I confirmed this with the locals who’ve seen lights coming out of his body while he’s meditating. Some have even seen him levitating. But the locals call him a monster or a mutant.” "Interesting…" Adrian's interests were piqued. The chances of an immortal living in hiding within Novemton were very low. Jerome would have had fierce competition if that man had participated in the legate selection. Adrian asked, "What's his name and how old is he?" "His name's Strider Hicks and he's twenty this year. He also has an eighteen-year-old sister by the name of Caitlyn Thorne. I've done some digging and found that Strider grew up with his grandfather. It’s said he'd frequently climb the

“Tell me.” He nods, resigned. “My father's name was Dave. I had an older brother, Nate, who was a good bit older than me. Like twelve years or so, I think. They never celebrated birthdays or holidays for themselves, so I honestly had no idea how old either of them where until I asked Nate once when I was older.” “They didn't celebrate birthdays?”

I love him too and I don't want to lose him. “What's special about Saturday?” Dad turned to me, raising his brow. “Saturday? I don't know. Saturday is Saturday. Oh. No school.” I shrugged. “No.” Dad drops his hands on the table, laughing. “Come on. Have you forgotten your birthday? November twentieth. This Saturday. Today's Wednesday.” It hits me hard. I covered my widened mouth and Trevor clapped. “I totally forgot. Next Tomorrow is my birthday. I'm turning eighteen. I'm going to be an adult.” I announced.

He sighs and places his head on his hands. "March 1st," He replies. My jaw drops. He looks up and stares at me. Why are you so surprised?" He asks. "Nothing, it's just that..." I trail off. He raises an eyebrow at me. "That what?" "My birthday is on February 29th. But when there is no February 29th, I celebrate my birthday on March 1st," I mumble. His eyes widened. "Oh, so that's why you're saying you're 4. So you're 16?"

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.”

“None of your business, Krew! “But I'm hiding something; I'm almost afraid he'll find out I saved his shirtless selfie. It will probably be used later... No. Bad, Esme. I will delete later... "Stone, when is her birthday?! — Krew screams. "As if he knew!" October 15th,” he replies. I sigh, turning around. “Stalker. He winks at me from the kitchen. “My birthday is July 23rd,” says Krew. "You missed my birthday, but I'm hoping for one." present next year. I roll my eyes. — Yes, my furry one. His eyes darken with lust, but just briefly before returning. - It is going to be alright.