Dave Strider Birthday Novels & Stories

Latton says while smiling gleefully. Vivian grins faintly, then clears her throat and finally asks the question she's been wanting to know for a long time, "Latton, I'm just curious why don't you celebrate your birthday?" Latton glances at her then says, "I kinda do celebrate it, but not on the exact date of my birthday, and it's always my cousin surprising me before or after March 21. During my birthday I usually just stay at home and let the day pass."

"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

“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…

I also prepared a lot of ordinary medicine for him and reminded him to take pills on time. When he left, I recalled and felt I was nagging as if I were an old mother. Life still continued like before.. Dave's birthday was coming. Although I rejected him last time, I didn't know why, I was irritated. Fortunately, I had Dave on blacklist. He can't contact me, and I can't contact him either. Otherwise, I am really not sure whether I could control myself to not call him. Time flies. 16th of January. Tuesday. And it is Dave's birthday.

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.”

Dad was filming, which he did every year and then never watched the video, but kept them all in a folder on his phone labeled September 14. Make a wish, someone said. I made one. I blew out the candles. The smoke rose and dispersed in the September air and everyone clapped and Stetson took a bow on my behalf, which was a thing he did every year because he was Stetson. “For the record,” he said, straightening up, “I was born three minutes before her, which technically makes this my birthday first.” “It makes it your birthday for three minutes,” Chandler said. “Three very significant minutes.”

Xander said. “Taylor’s good now. The heat broke early, so I left her to sleep while I got back to my routine.” “Nice. So, do you know what day it is?” Kade asked. I looked at my phone because I really didn’t know what day it was. “Tuesday?” “Well, yes, but what’s the date?” “May 6. So what?” Then I thought about it. “Oh! It’s your birthday. Happy birthday, man. Twenty-four looks good on you.”

Hello, my beloved readers! ​I'm sorry, there won't be an update for Daven-Althea's story today. I'll be spending the day celebrating my birthday with a CEO as handsome as Daven Callister. ​I hope you are all happy, and may God always bless every one of you. ​CM

Dave however noticed everything. His jaw tightened slightly. “You didn’t tell me.” I crossed my arms immediately. “I wasn’t aware birthdays required formal corporate announcements.” “Lydia.” “No actually,” I interrupted quietly. “Don’t start.” Something sharpened in his expression then. Finally. Emotion. Not calm careful Dave. Not apologetic Dave. Just Dave. “I’m trying to be involved,” he said tightly. “You could have at least told me my children’s birthday was this week.” My children.