Homestuck Birthdays Novels & Stories

"Yes... I want you to be mine. All mine." [A/N: Oh my God! I did not see that coming. What did you guys think? That proposal was...just wow! Thank you guys for reading.] Ps. My birthday is actually on Halloween.😅😅😅

Maybe, this is can be refrence for nex birthday😀😀🤗🤗🤗🤗 Thank you for reading🤗🤗🤗

Alden took a drag from his cigarette and asked skeptically, "Since when did you go from handling firearms to crafting charms?" "I've been making werewolf protection charms since I was a pup. Repairing one for my daughter isn't that hard." Alden smirked. "Carly's 18 years old now. Does she really still need that dainty pink protection charm? It's meant for pups." "No matter how old she gets, she'll always be my little pup." Dad stood and straightened his sleeves. "She lost her home when she was young, and then her mom, whom she loved most. As her dad, I've already failed her enough."

“That’s like a month from now. Well done, girl. Woman. Or um lady.” “I liked it better when you used to call me Mpumi.” ……………………………………………………………………………………… Meanwhile, Bowman was only stressing about the year coming to an end while his son was not found yet. “I’ll have Christmas without my son!” he cried. “This is bad. Very bad. I don’t want to start a new year without him, no. Oh!” “What? What is it?” Gibson asked. “It’s his birthday on the 1st of January! He won’t celebrate his 23rd birthday with me. Gibson, I’m trying very hard to believe that he’s still alive.”

Adrian ignores me and glances up at the sky as if checking time the way wolves check wind. Then his eyes return to me. “Two days.” My stomach tightens. “My birthday.” He nods once. No change in tone, no softening. “Eighteen.” It lands heavy anyway, because even if Adrian says it like a calendar note, my body hears it like a drumbeat. I force my voice light. “Do you go around memorizing everyone’s birthdays, or am I special?” His gaze holds mine, unreadable. “You’re relevant.” I snort. “Charming.”

I ask, surprised. “No. At least not yet. I am just suggesting that we move, permanently, and we stop coming back for these memorials. Maybe next year we should actually celebrate our birthday. You will be 21 next year. That is a huge birthday in the human world. We can go out to a human bar and have some fun.”

his hand glided along her inner thigh as he completed, "I’d have torn them apart before they even got the chance." She didn't know what to feel about his answer. He had managed to defend her and belittle her in the same breath. ......... It just so happened that on her birthday, the old-age home had arranged a two-day-long excursion for elderly people. And she was chosen to accompany them as one of the helpers. There was no better way to celebrate than by spending her day with these old souls. Her birthday was a forgotten occasion for her family except for Dylan. She wondered if her mom and dad would remember her birthday this time, after all, it was her 18th birthday. She was going to becom

"I’m sorry about Argo. He didn’t really want to come here, but mom and dad decided it was better for him to have a break from everything down at the pack." Aunt Kyra nodded her head in understanding, "I heard that he’s been fighting with Isaac. That’s too bad; they were so close. It must be hard for you too, Airk?" I shrugged my shoulders, "they keep me out of their fight mostly. But I wish it was different. We’ll see soon enough, though. Our birthdays are pretty close to each other. Hazel will turn eighteen first. Records from the school did have her date of birth. And Isaac's birthday is one day after ours, so we’ll see."

she explained hurriedly ending the call and I let out a loud scoff, tossing the phone over the bed, a low growl rumbled in my throat A soft knock resounded on the door, I dragged out an even sigh reaching towards the door, pulling it open to see Alex smiling wide from ear to ear, his fangs showing with excitement "Well, here's the birthday girl" Alex muttered pushing into my bedroom a cake in his hands as he set it on my vanity table, I felt a flicker of warmth "Well at least one person remembered" I mumbled hating the self pity I was wallowing in, Thorne had no idea when exactly my birthday was, my mother forgot, I did not expect anything from that bastard Silas but Alex, my fangs clenched

And for the first time since I was fifteen, there is no weight on my forehead. Just a thin silver scar that catches the sunrise like a promise. I look at my family (living, dead, shifter, fire, fox, human, ghost, ancient). Celeste (voice steady, finally free): “Breakfast?” They laugh until they cry. Junior year ends in six weeks. But the story? It’s Just The Beginning Monday, March 13, 2028 – 9:17 a.m. Breakfast is chaos and syrup and Mom crying happy tears into the papanasi.