Edward Cullen Birthday Novels & Stories

Anne Jenner turned her head and looked towards Baldric Miles. It's Baldric Miles' birthday tonight, Baldric Miles said with a laugh, "Then rest?" Edward Mitchell's hand tightened on the camera. "Yes, it's Baldric Miles' birthday today." The Deputy Director clapped his hands to remember, Director Baron followed and nodded, "Alright, then let's come today." Everyone was extremely happy because they finally got a break, but on the contrary, Edward Mitchell's face didn't look very good, the corners of his lips curled up with a cold smile, and his head continued to play with the camera.

"Ah f*ck, he changed it, and he took a bullet to the head and forgot it. I don't—" Ariadne's not one for patience, pushing Waylon to the side. He presses in Calvin's birthday instead, but it buzzes red. Waylon raises an eyebrow, "Having trouble there?" Ariadne exhales unsteadily. Self-possessed, she presses her own birthday into the safe. It clears. Edward made the password, out of all people, her birthday. "He probably picked it because no one would t-think of it." Ariadne's head reels with grief. Why hadn't she tried to keep in touch more? Left her brother to the wolves. Victor moves behind her, taking her hand.

I will keep her a secret to satisfy me when I need release. I make my way back downstairs and see Harris’ mate Jules and daughter Rachel. Rachel just turned 18 years old and didn’t find her mate on her birthday. Come to think of it, I don’t remember Rebel there being an 18th birthday for her either. “Alpha Cullen! We are so excited to have you here for dinner in our humble home.” Jules says. Honestly, her voice is nauseating but with a tight smile I reply, “It’s certainly an interesting evening.”

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.

Coleen The idea had hit me a week ago, right in the middle of folding towels at the athletic complex. Hayden’s birthday. I knew the date by heart. March 21st. We’d gone to the same high school, so I remembered him skipping class one year because his dad had dragged him to some hockey-related dinner, and the guys in my math class had joked about how even birthdays were second to hockey for Hayden Michaels. Now, years later, he was mine. And I wasn’t about to let his birthday pass unnoticed.

If they continue to quarrel this way in the future, they might fight. "Grandma, you are so beautifully dressed that you look like a goddess. Eat this cake. The fruit on it is the biggest and sweetest. Many more happy returns!" Edwin said. Old Madam Atherton took a glance at him. "It's your birthday. But why do I feel it is my birthday?” she asked. "Grandma, this is Edwin's love and care for you." While explaining sweetly, Catelyn looked at Edwin, Puffy and Sharon out of the corner of her eye.

She was perplexed and inquired. "Didn't you know this is a birthday celebration for me?" Edward responded with a deadpan expression. "If you're not aware of his birthday, then why are you here?" Joaquin curiously asked her. "Your wealthy families hired us to cater the event, which is why I'm here," she said directly. "Seriously, Ella, I'm offended! It's my birthday, and you never plan to attend?" Edward yelled angrily, his gaze fixed on her, and he was sulking like a child.

He placed down his cutlery and said, “Charlene, enjoy the rest of your meal slowly. I have a video conference to attend in the study.” “Sure,” Charlene answered. However, she could not help saying in concern, “Take care of your health, Brendan. We’re going to attend the birthday party tomorrow.” “Hmm.” Deirdre stopped eating for a moment. ‘Birthday party?’ Brendan headed upstairs while Charlene cut her steak like a show-off. “It’s October 25th tomorrow. I believe that Ms. McKinnon is aware of the significance of the date, right?” Deirdre lowered her gaze. She knew all about that date, of course. It was Charlene’s birthday.

“Well, I’m guessing October and March are probably right. Because no other numbers really sound like zero or three. So, who has birthdays in October and March that would have anything at all to do with this place?” “Aaron? Your sister?” Dax offered. “I have no idea when Aaron’s birthday is,” Cassidy admitted. “And Cadence’s birthday is in September. But…” she wracked her brain trying to come up with who else might be important enough to have their birthdays be the code. “Wait a minute! This place has been here since before my dad was born.” “So?” Dax asked, looking at her in confusion. “So… it might not be Aaron’s and Cadence’s birthdays—it might be, my grandparents’ birthdays! October 29 wa

It almost brought Edward to his senses if I didn't stroke his head quickly. "What's wrong, Ed?" I asked softly, almost a whisper. Edward shook his head, then the faint smile that rarely came from him spread across his face. Maybe Edward was happy to see me with Axe like this. "If you have something to say, just say it. I'll tell Axe when he wakes up." "No need, Miss. I don't want to trouble you," he replied politely. After that Edward turned around leaving me alone with Axe. "It's Mister's birthday the day after tomorrow, by the way, Miss," he said, turning back around.