Eri Birthday Novels & Stories

“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

Keep her safe from the light. ******** I stared at the faded ink, my breath hitching in my throat. Today was August 22. My chest tightened with a wave of relief. Thank goddess. My actual birthday really was exactly what I had always known it to be. I hadn't been living a lie about my own age.

He laughed. "Our relationship doesn't exactly play by the book,” I smiled. “When is your birthday?” My eyebrows raised. "Suddenly?” "Shouldn't friends know that much about each other?” "My birthday is June 16th." “That’s—” "In the next two weeks, yes.” I nodded. He leaned forward. "How do you usually celebrate your birthday?” That sounded like an alien term to me.

"We'll be there in a bit. Right, I've always wanted to ask. When is your birthday?" "25th October," Liam looked out of the window. "What?" Steve turned to face him. "Isn't that in about two days? It's the 23rd today, right? Why didn't you talk about it and all?" "It's fine," Liam was still staring out of the window. "I'm not really a fan of birthdays. Mine especially." "Why?" Steve faced him. "Because my dad died on my birthday. My thirteenth birthday." "Oh. I'm so-"

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."

One Year Later Twelve months,forty-eight weeks and three hundred and sixty-three days since we lost Isabella and Ireal was born. Tomorrow is her death anniversary and Ireal's birthday. Well technically it is her birthday but I had it moved to the next day after Isabella died. I didn't want her to feel sad on her birthday. She needed the whole day for herself. I have been preparing her first birthday since like forever and it finally here. I can't believe she is almost 1,very soon she'll be a teenager and we'll leaving off to college.

He lowered his voice, hoping his mate wouldn’t hear it. Sab was momentarily stunned, but she smirked after a while. “You don’t know?” “Do you?” Jared ignored her teasing tone and asked again. “April 13th.” “Are you sure?” She snorted at his disbelief. “Quite sure.” “You didn’t confuse it with the other girl, right?” Sab rolled her eyes at him. “Hana’s birthday is in August. Leo’s is on December 5th. Ren’s is December 21st. Gareth’s is April 29th.”

“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…

“Is she alright? Are they alright?” “Oh, by the way, her birthday is on December 23rd,” I added casually, glancing at the floor before meeting his surprised gaze. His panic intensified as he processed the date, the realization hitting him hard. “That was yesterday,” Frederick said quietly, his voice tinged with relief. I couldn’t help but smile, eager to share some great news.

Theo asked. I looked at Isabella. I didn’t know what I hadn’t ever thought of asking for my son's birthday. “His birthday is in a week and two days.” She said like she read my mind. “June 15th.” “Oh.” I said. “Well, what do you want to do for your birthday?” We spent the rest of dinner making plans about Theo’s birthday.