Holy Cow Im One Birthday Novels & Stories

It’s got a wax seal on it and everything, I feel weird holding it. “Uh, okay…” I responded quietly. Even my headmates had nothing to say. “Happy Early Birthday!” They said one after the other and jogged away. I didn't even know they knew when my birthday was. I never made a deal out of it. My life just keeps getting weirder.

The Billionaire’s Collateral Husband Chapter 99 “HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU!” They keep singing for Cali’s second birthday this November twenty-five, 2026. The toddler is so happy, so he is clapping his tiny hands in the rhythm of their voices. “HAPPY BIRTHDAY DEAR CALI!” Ms Barbara gets him from his father. “What will you say?” she cutely asked, then Cali responded with a giggle, “Thank you!”

which my parents know as the basement. To me….. there's no difference between a dungeon and the basement where I do sleep in. Currently. I'm twenty-four years old, and very soon I'll be celebrating my birthday at twenty-five. The day I was born, is still the same day that my two younger ones were born. We all share the same birth month, which is amazing….. but I kinda hate my birthday month because I stopped celebrating my birthday for a long time now. When my Mama gave birth to my two younger ones….. she automatically forbids me from celebrating my birthday.

she declared. I laughed at her antics. "A birthday, eh? That's new for me. And when would that be? I've always felt like a summer baby." She paused, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "You didn't have a birthday before?" I chuckled and explained, "We didn't keep track of time like you do now. I know the year I was born, the season, even the exact date I was turned. My maker made sure of that..." Interrupting, she decisively said, "July 24th. That's your birthday now. No more debate." Her declaration was so firm and final that I couldn't help but agree.

"It's fine. Just remembered—I left your gift at work." Our anniversary and my birthday fell on the same day. We'd made this dumb pact to swap gifts every year. I always designed him a suit. This year was no different. Before the cheating bomb dropped, I'd already drawn it up. Took me three months to finish. Derrick sighed but gave me that soft look. "Can't ever win with you. At least blow out the candles first—I made ice cream cake. It's gonna melt." I nodded. He grinned, pulled me over. We blew them out together.

Laura I woke up on my birthday to a text from Chloe that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" in all caps with seventeen exclamation points. I wrote back. "thank you. why are you yelling." "BECAUSE IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY." "you are going to wake up my parents." "GOOD. THEY SHOULD BE AWAKE. IT IS YOUR DAY." I put my phone down. Stared at the ceiling. Eighteen. I did not feel eighteen. I felt the same as yesterday. Same as last week. Same as last month.

he said, gesturing vaguely at the puppy, who was now wagging its whole backside in sheer delight, "is a little something for you. Expected you to forget, actually." My furious retort died on my lips. Forget what? My brow furrowed in confusion, then slowly, agonizingly, the realization dawned. The date. The day. It hit me like a ton of bricks. "Oh. My. God," I breathed, my eyes widening. "It's… it's my birthday." He gave another infuriating shrug. "Indeed it is, little sister. Happy twenty-second."

Tori’s POV ~1 week later~ It’s officially been a week since turning 14 and I feel like a complete loser. I mean, not only did my birthday suck ass, aside from when the guys came over to spend time with me, but the most important part of the event never happened. My wolf. My wolf never appeared, just like I assumed.

Welcome to earth " My birthday and our relationship. What does that have to do with anything? We've only been together 3 months. My birthday doesn't fall on the 3 month anniversary of our first date. Nothing significant happened for my birth day to be an anniversary. it's my 21st and that's already special because....... OH SHIT!"

“I have a feeling this is not going to be pleasant.” I take a deep breath and glance around the table. All of them. My chaos crew. My ride-or-die dysfunctionals. They’re mine. And they deserve to know what’s coming. “You all know my birthday is in two days,” I begin. Sonia raises a brow. “Wait—your real birthday? Or your executioner identity birthday? Because I can’t keep track anymore.” “Actual birthday. The one that marks my glorious escape from the womb,” I reply dryly.