Fictional Birthdays Novels & Stories

The thought struck so hard I physically flinched. And standing alone in a penthouse that offered zero warmth or comfort, I realized something terrifying. For the first time since falling in love with Nashian Blackthorpe...I knew him as little as he knew me. He doesn’t even know it’s was my birthday on Saturday. February 29th. A date that only exists every four years. I’d mentioned it once, months ago, laughing about Livvy and her family wanting to throw me a party. He’d continued typing on his phone and changed the subject.

Felix was stunned and replied, "It's the twenty-seventh of October. Why do you ask, Mr. Lester?" Frederick seemed lost in thought for a while, then he shook his head. "It's nothing. Let's go!" - [Happy birthday, Ms. York! Hope you have a wonderful one!] Jennifer looked at the birthday greetings on her phone, and couldn't help but smile wryly. She never expected that on her twenty-eighth birthday, the only birthday wishes she would receive would be from the bank.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

Cade I fucking hate birthdays. Always have. The thing is, I don't even know my real birthday. When Beck asked me years ago—back when we first became friends and he was obsessed with knowing everything about me—I just said a random date. August something. He believed me. Even celebrated it. Then he apparently told Quinn, who planned all this. And now here I am, standing in my living room filled with people celebrating a day that means absolutely nothing, for a person who doesn't actually exist.

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

I sorted for balance. “Where do you want to go for your birthday?” Okay, this is surprising. “Why? You want to cut the cake with me?” I flopped despite the joy I felt for his taking note of my birthday. “Can’t I?” “If only you wouldn’t be celebrating Rose Waldeen. Can you afford to miss it?” Rose Waldeen, the Tiktok drama-doll, shares the same birth date as me. And to add, it is her 15th birthday, the year all female teenagers go berserk for. I doubt Lucky Rogers would ditch that for my birthday.

“Nothing, really. I just suddenly miss you, so I called you.” He gave a vague smile and said mysteriously, “Anya, your birthday is next month. I’ve prepared a birthday gift for you.” “Birthday gift?” I was taken aback. It was already June, and I had completely overlooked my birthday, which was on the 24th of July. To my surprise, time had passed so quickly. “Why? Don’t you remember your birthday?” “Hah, I go through every day in a muddled daze. I’ve genuinely forgotten!”

“Thank you. I’m afraid I’d forgotten an entire year went by.” George didn’t say anything. He’d forgotten and wasn’t prepared for this. Actually, he’d not paid attention to her birthday. It never seemed right or polite to ask her. George didn’t celebrate his birthday on account he was aware only of a possible time period for his birth that spanned an entire week. That made it difficult to celebrate a specific day. So instead of selecting a random day from that week. George learned quickly at a young age to ignore his birthday and any celebration of it.

I wouldn’t let anyone make more sacrifices for me again, and the only way to conceal that thought in her head was to pretend I was fine. “Yes, no one has the right to make me leave this world, not even STEMI,” I said with all the confidence left in me, trying to act brave in front of her. "Happy Birthday!" She suddenly exclaimed. I blinked my eyes rapidly, as I tried to process what she had said. Then, in a flash, it hit me - today was my birthday. Though not actually the day I was born but the day Miss Abigail found me, which became automatically my day.

"Hey, aren't we all born in the same year? I turned twenty one and my birthday was in July. Thomas' is a month earlier. Sonnia is twenty one too and her birthday is in December." "I was born in September." Hilda stated. Her actual birthday was in September, but the Adams Family had changed it to October when she was brought to Taadi. However, Nathan celebrated her actual birthday now. Suddenly, Linux responded, "I'm twenty one this year too and my birthday is in September as well." Excitedly, Hilda asked him, "Oh, you're a September baby too? Which date?" "Eighteenth." Upon hearing that, Rex spat out his drink. "Linux and Hilda, you were both born in the same year and on the same day!"