Evan Peters Birthday Novels & Stories

“I knew that you’d forget. Today’s my birthday…” “Oh? I’m sorry I forgot.” Faye apologized, turning pink from embarrassed. Ethan had always remembered her birthday, and he would even go the extra mile of sending her gifts. Despite this, Ethan’s birthday had actually escaped her memory. Ethan let out a self-deprecating chuckle before continuing, “It’s fine. I’m used to it anyways. I was actually going to invite you to my birthday party. It’s tonight at Fireflies, will you be there?” Faye wanted to reject the offer so badly. She had absolutely no feelings for Ethan, and after her interaction with Violet Vision’s chairman, she was even less interested than she already was.

Asked Hannah. I don't remember my age, the old man answered. It's been years when the last time I celebrated my birthday, Emerson said. Ohhh! It's hard to get the pin code if you don't know your ages, Adam said. He thought of things that may help them how old is Emerson now. Then something came up into his mind... When is your birthday grandpa? Do you still remember it? He asked. Yes! I still remember my birthday. Who will forget that date, it's the day I first saw the world. It's September 2, 1958, Emerson answered.

Don Gustav paused, dabbing at his mouth with a napkin, and smiled as if Evan’s question had been expected. “Son, today’s my birthday, and I wanted to personally invite you to celebrate with me tonight,” he said, lifting his piña colada to his lips for a casual sip. Evan blinked, caught off guard. He glanced over at Emily, who was standing nearby with a look that said, You didn’t know? He turned back to his father, disbelief flashing across his face. “Are you kidding me right now?”

Lord D'Averette promised to call on her at Rosethorn Hill. The day had started out with mixed feelings, and ending with none at all. It was Beth's birthday and the anniversary of Eric's death. Beth had, since her eighteenth birthday, refused to celebrate another. It was fitting that no one would talk about it but celebrate her in their own way, she for one was glad Beth got to smile, howbeit small or false.

What were the odds of him being in this exact district? Tammy scowled. "Quite a coincidence, Alpha. Do you have a board meeting in the kitchen?" She gave a sarcastic wave to the executives behind him, who looked incredibly uncomfortable. Ethan stared at the cake, then at the kids. "It's your birthday?" His voice was a low, rumbling bass. He remembered clearly that Hayden’s records said April 13th. That was weeks ago. My blood turned to liquid nitrogen. I’d avoided a party specifically to escape his suspicion, and here he was, catching us in the act.

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

Ethan arrived at the pet grooming salon with a swift goal and departed just as quickly. Sherah stared blankly at the street. She could still smell the smoke his car emitted. She couldn’t help but wonder where Ethan was getting the audacity to ask her for favors. Her thoughts were soon disturbed by a message from Ethan, “Before I forget happy 25th b-day Sherah.” She scoffed and didn't respond. "It's my 26th, not the 25th b-day." She said to herself.

His eyes heated as he studied me like I’d just tugged some invisible rope inside him. I slipped his hand tighter against my back, pressing closer. “You didn’t even tell me what kind of party this was. For all I knew, we were heading into a board meeting or an underground poker ring.” “It’s Evan’s birthday,” he admitted. “He’s a Friend. Business partner. He throws these extravagant yacht parties every year with some ridiculous theme. This time it’s ‘all white.’ You’ might like this.” I arched a brow. “Will I?” He smirked. “What’s that supposed to mean

, Ethan says scratching on his neck. " They now want to see you.", I correct his statement. " And wish you b..birthday since they have never celebrated your birthday." " Yeah..maybe.", he agrees. " Oh Mickey ! Eddy ! ", Eve suddenly squeals jumping up from the bed. " HAPPY BIRTHDAY! WHEN DID YOU GUYS C..COME ?", She shouts in excitement, laughing at both of us. " We came just now Evy.", I reply smiling. " Oh..Okay.. I wanted to ask you guys one thing.", she says.

“My boyfriend at the time, Brian French, had taken Serena and I out camping.” Eve began only to be interrupted by Callum. “Who’s Serena?” He growled. “Oh, Serena is my daughter. She’s seven now. Her birthday was April 3rd. I missed it. It’s the first birthday I’ve missed. Ever.” Eve couldn’t hold back the tears at the thought of her baby and missing her birthday. “Here.” Malcom handed her a handkerchief. Eve blew her nose and wiped her eyes.