Fictional Birthdays Novels & Stories

he says and I sigh. "Dad my birthday is in like 2 months or so, who forgets their birthday or their child's birthday ?" I ask and my mom holds my hand moving closer. "My love, there must have been a mistake somewhere or somehow, that date in two months time was when you were taken, that was when we lost you, Wednesday is your birthday, the one the whole pack celebrates, the one we registered on every document that requires it. " she explains and I look at her.

“I’m not sure. It might be because we’re your mates, or maybe it’s because of your age. There are some supernaturals that don’t fully come into their powers until they reach a certain age.” “Ah,” she drawls. “And I’ll be eighteen in February.” I’ll have to remember that. February is still five months away. “When is everybody’s birthdays?” she asks. “I feel like I barely even know all of you. I don’t even know all of your last names. I mean, I know Forrest’s last name is Romano and your last name is Wolfe.” “Phoenix’s last name is Felix and Puma’s is Belmont.” I pause as I think over when everybody was born. “All of us are eighteen already. My nineteenth birthday is March 27.

I reach for my phone to check the actual date when Nate precedes me, saying, “It’s the 24th of January. We should celebrate.” I take a deep breath. The 24th of January. I repeat it in my head again and again—my birth date. I never could’ve guessed. And I’ve been guessing all my life. “I don’t know. This feels weird,” I answer, brows still creased in confusion. I always knew that my birthday was almost certainly not in November, but it was nice that we chose the first snow day. “Well, I already told Jenny and Eleanor. Your friends are coming to your place after work,” he replies, face scrunching up.

She wanted to ask a lot of questions, but then, she knew that her mommy knew nothing. She observed the date again and started counting. Her real birthday was celebrated eleven days prior to Christmas, but this date was twenty days prior to Christmas and the same birth year. Calvin used to celebrate her birthday every month, just an excuse to celebrate a day with her by eating their favorite chocolate cake, just the two of them. But she knew that when her real birthday was celebrated, all her family members used to be there with her, along with pack members.

With a grimace, Patrick hissed through his clenched teeth, “Your true colors are finally showing. Yet, you said it was never about the money. Patrick scoffed, his knuckles cracking. “Too late, Skye. Didn’t you want to be Mrs. Suede? Well, you can be at peace with working your bottom off for Suede Corporation for the rest of your life.” Patrick stormed off. Looking conflicted, Arabella handed me the cake. “Uh… Happy birthday.” I squeezed a smile. “I know you’re only here for the drama, but thank you.” Once the door slid shut, the System started howling like mad. “Jesus. What did you do? He was already feeling bad about forgetting your birthday. Why did you have to ruin the moment by saying th

"Come sit. Sorry for the mess, we're still trying to arrange things." I cleared some clothes and books off the couch for him so he could sit but he just kept standing there. "Happy birthday, Sam." He stretched out a bunch of flowers and then wiped his hands on his jeans. Shit, today was my birthday. Wait, today is my birthday? Yes. My fake birthday. I didn’t even remember telling him something like that. I recovered quickly and offered a small smile. "How'd you know?" He shrugged. "You happen to tell me a lot of things. You know, being your best friend and all."

"I was not born on November 12th. I do not know when I was born. Or if I was born." "Everyone is born, Cale. Even Reapers." "I suspect I was... assembled. Or summoned." "Well, you're human now. And humans have birthdays. And since this is the legal date, this is your birthday." Cale looked at the ID. He looked at the burnt cake. "You attempted to commemorate a fictional event with a confection?" Cale asked. "I wanted to celebrate you." "Celebrate me?" "Yes. Your existence. The fact that you are here, breathing, taking up space in my kitchen."

His thoughts drifted back to the past. 'Back then, Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya had also celebrated my birthday and even prepared luxury gifts for me every year. But instead of feeling happy, I always felt depressed… even angry. Why? Because they celebrated it on April 28—the one date I could never forget, because that was actually Zeke's birthday.

What the— "It's your birthday. I know you won't remember, so I'm reminding you. You haven't even celebrated your birthday for a few years, so we'll take this opportunity to enjoy your day." "May I know what's the date today?" I asked. It's kinda sad because even the date of my own birth was just so blurry to me. I can't remember when it was. "It's March 31 today and tomorrow is April, your day. You're now turning 21," she answered. Oh, so April was my birthday. Isn't it funny to forget your own day? Lol. How could I even remember that when I never tried celebrating it.