Gia Mayham Birthday Novels & Stories

She walked over, ruffling my hair as she passed—a gesture that always made me feel ten years old again—before settling into the armchair opposite us. "I was joking. But Isabella is family now, which means her problems are mine. I heard about the café. I heard about Valentina." She said. The room went quiet for a beat. My mother’s humor faded, replaced by a cold, protective steel. "She’s a disgrace to every woman who has ever held a child. Now, tell me about the birthday. I heard the gossip from the staff." "The 28th," I said, a sense of irony washing over me. "The same day as your gala. She was born in a London alleyway on the same day you celebrate your foundation."

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

said Gabriella. Henry's expression darkened. "Gabriella, what are you saying?" "Don't you understand what I'm talking about? Do you not know what you did? Should I remind you?" "What did I do? Why are you accusing me?" Henry asked. "What have you done?" Gabriella smiled. "Do you remember our wedding anniversary?" Henry hesitated for a moment and replied, "September 20th." "Feeling guilty yet?" Henry stayed silent. Gabriella laughed and said, "I just learned that too. It seems that September 20th is Hannah's birthday. You really have deep feelings for her, even using our anniversary to remember her."

"Phoebe, happy birthday. Did you get the flowers I sent?" "I got them. You're not even home for my birthday, and you think flowers make it better?" She sounded irritated. "No, that's not what I meant. I'll be done with everything the day after tomorrow, and we can celebrate then, okay?" I tried my best to sound gentle. "Wh-what? I thought you weren't coming back until the end of the month! Why are you coming back the day after tomorrow?" Her voice shot up in pitch. "I rushed everything so I could get home early and see you."

I would handle everything thoughtfully, from selecting the gift to delivering it. I shook my head, my eyes heavy with exhaustion. "I'll pass on that. I've been out hiking all day, so I'm exhausted right now." Jasmine was taken aback. "You weren't waiting for me at home, even though it's my birthday?" I smiled faintly and retorted, "You didn't exactly tell me to wait for you either." In the years since I had followed Jasmine to Harborough, I was well aware that her friends didn't welcome me, yet I always braced myself and joined in on her birthday each year.

She wiped her tears and went to Rider. He wiped her face and then pulled her out the door. Things had been calm for a little while. Ash was planning AJ's sixth birthday party and Faith's third. Gabriel would be turning one just a few weeks later. They decided to wait on his party and just combine AJ and Faith's since they were only days apart. AJ was born on August 3rd and Faith on August 6. Gabriel would be celebrating his first on September 21st.

Samara Current Day It’s my birthday, not that anyone here knows it. I never told them when my birthday was, not my real birthday anyway. I didn’t give them anything that could make them put two and two together and come up with me being the lost daughter of Alpha Royal and Luna Jessica, or the lost sister of Alpha Theodore. But today, I turn 18. Today, I can finally begin to implement my plans for revenge.

her father said with a smile. She took a heavy breath before she closed her eyes for a moment and blew all the candles. "Happy birthday, Larisa!" Her Aunt Yna greeted and embraced her. "Happy 23rd birthday, Larisa." Gabriel greeted and patted her head with a soft smile. "The maid brought all your gifts in your room during the photoshoot," Noah mentioned. Yes, today is June 4, 1999. The day where Larisa was born. "You succeeded in all the missions that we give to you," Aris said with a tender smile.

The day I died in the present was my birthday. "My birthday is on the 9th of May." I said. My father looked at me. "Yesterday is the 9th of May. Your birthday is the same as my daughter's. The gods must've sent you to me." He said happily. From what I read, Nōhime's real birthday wasn't verified. No one knew much about her. I wonder why. "I'll leave you to prepare." He turned on his heel and left. Sato helped me to the bath and scrubbed me.