Fictional Birthdays Mga Nobela at Kwento

Since i didn't go out much, I had developed a love for gaming and building relations online with the gaming community. "Yes, I do gaming. It's fun", I admitted. “When’s your birthday? So I can start planning on what to get you”, he seemed to be in a lively mood as we kept the conversation going. “The nineteenth of January.” “Wow! My birthday is on the same day”, he exclaimed. I wasn’t quite surprised because I had already seen it from the missing person’s site. But I feigned the amazement so that he wouldn’t read it from my mind.

So she went to the girl and again, they played Cinderella. “The shoe fits!” Araceli cried dramatically. Gianna, putting on her best prince voice, declared, “I knew you were the one for me!” They collapsed into a hug. “The end,” Araceli grinned. “It really is the best fairytale,” Gianna sighed. “Told ya.” Gianna went quiet. “I always wanted a Cinderella birthday party. Before my parents died. But I never got one. I don’t get birthdays anymore.” Araceli’s heart broke for the poor girl all over again. “I never got birthday parties either,” she admitted softly. “Father Ambrose always said my birthday was a day to thank God. Not to celebrate.”

She thought, "He will celebrate my birthday, won't he?" A thought suddenly crossed Zion's mind. He questioned Jennifer solemnly, "Tell me the truth. Did no one celebrate your birthday in the last few years?" "No, that's not the case. Maxwell celebrates my birthday every year." She forced a smile and lied, even though she was not a good liar.

Especially knowing that at that time she hadn't brainwashed me yet. Anyways, I need to know when is this. How much time do I still have before my birthday? Turning to meet Kate's pinkish eyes, I voiced my doubt, "Kate, what's today's date?" "Oh… It's July 3rd of the year 279 in the Caspien Calendar¹!" My birthday is on the 3rd of December. That gives me, exactly, 5 months until my 14th anniversary. I can do a lot of things in that amount of time.

I said, remembering the cakes and parties we threw her. “That was to make things seem more normal for you. That’s not actually her birthday. Her birthday is in November, not July.” He patted me on the back, it felt slightly patronizing. “I feel like I don’t even really know her. Is she even Astrid?” Lucas burst into laughter at that question.

"Yeah and I told you is on the 21st of August." Laura answered. "I guess you may wanna have a look at this." Kiara said and showed her a calendar. "Oh my God, today is 21st of August how can I forget my own birthday." Laura gasped. "Maybe because you made up your mind not to celebrate it." Alpha Vincent said.

Dear, Little princess. How was your birthday? I know you must be confused. Who am I? Right? You will get to know me soon. And I think you must be surprised to know that tomorrow was your birthday. How can it be possible, right? So I wanted to inform you that which date you celebrate your birthday is wrong. Tomorrow was your real birthday when you came on this earth.

"So, a little birdie told me something." I knew who it was. I knew what it was. "Who told you what?" I asked anyway. "We may be bad people for not knowing your birthday before this but Lauretta told Rowan, who told me that your birthday is very close." "You're not bad people. I don't know about your birthday as well. We just never talked about it." "July 19th." They chorused and I nodded my head. "Anyway, what would you like to do on your birthday? Any special requests?"

Birthday After the doctor announced Arthur's death, I didn't feel anything. More like I'm overwhelmed and thankful. He's been jerking off his way to the company my parents built and has been an asshole to me. "I'm sorry, Calliana. You heard this news on your birthday," I was in a daze when Tito Alex spoke to me. "Huh?" "Today is March 31. It's your birthday." I didn't even notice that it was my birthday. Time flies so fast. And that bastard's death is today, that means double celebration?

That message read: ​ “XI•VIII•MCMXCVIII = 11 Aug 1998” ​ It was her birthday. ​ THE END