Fictional Birthdays Novels & Stories

You’d think we’d been friends for years instead of weeks. “My birthday is in a few days. We’ll be celebrating on Saturday afternoon with a little picnic and some cake.” I opened my eyes and focused them on him. “I’d really like you to come.” “Is your birthday on Saturday?” he asked. I sensed a rejection, but did my best to act as if I didn’t feel it coming. “I’m eighteen on Friday, but mom thought Saturday afternoon was the better day for a picnic. Since I was born at 12:10 am, I will have been eighteen for a full day before we celebrate.”

That morning, when I woke up to find a large birthday cake by my bedside, I was stunned. Only then did I realize— I had even forgotten my own birthday. Yes. I truly had. Ever since Sophia came to our den. After she arrived, we discovered her birthday was just one day before mine—on Christmas Eve. Dad and Alex were overjoyed. They said it was fate, that having two birthdays back to back would bring excitement and joy to the pack. They planned to celebrate Sophia's birthday one day, and mine the next. But that never happened. They only celebrated hers.

I’ve never felt in love like this. I declared you Samuel Harris as my one and only man! December 15 was my and Samuel’s birthday. Yes, we had the same birthday date. A few days ago, Alex, Leo, and Mia have planned a surprise party for Samuel. Based on the information I got from Alex, since childhood, Samuel rarely celebrated birthdays, to be exact, since his mother died. Something similar was not much different from me. I stopped celebrating my birthday when I turned sixteen and two years later; they sold me to a brothel.

I said to her but i find her looking at me weirdly. "Naomi!! Did you hear me" I shake her a little and she shake her head as if coming out of a trance.. "Yeah, Thanks" She smiled.. "Hey are you okay? " I asked, something is not right I can feel it.. "Yeah I am fine, it's just.. It's just I really don't like my birthdays" She said... "Why?? " I asked curious "Nothing good happens on my birthday, and also people don't remember my birthday except my few people obviously.. My parents don't really celebrate it.. Although my mum bakes cheese cake on this day" She smiled sadly..

"We were planning to throw a surprise party for you on your birthday." "My birthday?" I blinked in confusion. "You see, you still have that habit of forgetting your birthday." She shook her head at me. "I came here because I wanted to throw a party for your birthday but Estefan here insisted that we make a surprise party and not tell you the truth." I did it again. I forgot that my birthday was the next day, August 16. My birthday was never a big deal to me because I always celebrate it with my parents and Leah, or alone most times. Which was why I easily forgot about it.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

“When is your birthday?,” He looks at me. “Sorry I just wanted to know more about you since we are fake dating. At least I should know your birthday and you should know mine,” I said, flustered. “March, 23,” he answered, and I smiled. “Mine is…,” “June 10,” “You know my birthday?,” I asked. He smiled and walked to me. “Yes,” “How?,” “You told me…,” I frown, when did I tell him.

He can obviously tell that I am confused as he starts laughing more. “Date Alena, what is today’s date?” I feel the panic rise up inside me. What have I forgotten? It isn’t our anniversary as we already missed that. The girl’s birthdays are next week. Jackson’s is in a month. Grabbing the phone, I check the date. Not a chance. I put the phone down and begin shaking my head. “Do not even think about it.” I am serious. He better not! “It’s your birthday. Do you really expect us to forget? I mean, okay, last time, yes, but you were pregnant, I was meant to be dead, and well, things were all over, but now it’s your birthday. Get your ass out of bed and get dressed.”

My birthday. "Who's birthday is it, what day is today anyway, I was born on the 31st of December…, that's right, I haven't celebrated in years that I completely forgot about it. It's my birthday today." How could I have forgotten about it, but, how did he know it was today. He planned this for me. "How did you know it was today."

“You know…I don’t think I know your birthday either.” Lance gave a short bark of laughter. “It’s April seventeenth.” He told me, still smiling. “At least that’s what my mother celebrates for me. When I was born, people didn’t bother remembering or celebrating birthdays. But my mother made it a point to remember both mine and Acelin’s.” “Then from now on, I’ll celebrate your birthday too!” I kissed the bridge of his nose. “Shall we cut the cake?” “Of course, it’s all yours.” Lance moved back to give me room and I immediately sprinted towards the table to the sound of Lancelin’s laughter. I love cake…don’t judge me.