Novel & Cerita Jojo Characters Birthdays

“That’s right. I knew you did something, but I couldn’t remember what it was.” “Yeah, I’m just getting started, but I am already crazy busy.” “Yeah, I’ll come down and hang out. I’m sure Vivian will like that.” “Are you guys 18 yet?” Jo shook her head. “No. Our birthdays are actually on the same day in a few weeks.” “Oh? When is yours?” “July 7th.” Jo smiled. “A day before yours.” “My brother’s is the same day as mine. He will be 19 though.”

He lowered his voice, hoping his mate wouldn’t hear it. Sab was momentarily stunned, but she smirked after a while. “You don’t know?” “Do you?” Jared ignored her teasing tone and asked again. “April 13th.” “Are you sure?” She snorted at his disbelief. “Quite sure.” “You didn’t confuse it with the other girl, right?” Sab rolled her eyes at him. “Hana’s birthday is in August. Leo’s is on December 5th. Ren’s is December 21st. Gareth’s is April 29th.”

For Jordan, she's getting those stone massages. "Shit, I almost forgot about it. What am I going to do?" I've been so caught up with working and looking for an apartment I forgot my own son's birthday. The following month is August, the month of the zodiac sign Leo, which I named after. Well, his full name is Lionel.

Joey glanced at Jenny before replying, "Yes, that’s why I’ve kept her close, right under my nose." Lindsay had suspected as much. She continued, "Do you know Jasmine's birth details?" Joey shook his head. "No, that I don’t know. I just remember that her birthday is the same day as Jenny’s." He recalled Jenny’s birthday well, having celebrated it with her before. Lindsay reached over to the table, pulled out a photograph from a file folder, and handed it to Joey. "Take a look—does this seem familiar?" Joey examined the photo and a look of surprise crossed his face. "Her birth date is exactly the same as mine—down to the year, month, day, and even the hour."

I nodded, not trusting my voice this time. “Well, I can see you’re busy, and on your way somewhere, so I won’t keep you, but you be sure to come back anytime you’re looking for some company. The boys here and I’d be happy to oblige a time or two, I’m sure. My birthday’s Feb ninth.” “Noted,” I replied, not sure what else to say. “You can’t afford her,” someone yelled, sounding like it might have been Logan, but when I looked in the direction of the voice I couldn’t see him or who it might have been. Half the pub laughed as Joey walked back to the bar and his three mates.

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.

“I’m not sure. It might be because we’re your mates, or maybe it’s because of your age. There are some supernaturals that don’t fully come into their powers until they reach a certain age.” “Ah,” she drawls. “And I’ll be eighteen in February.” I’ll have to remember that. February is still five months away. “When is everybody’s birthdays?” she asks. “I feel like I barely even know all of you. I don’t even know all of your last names. I mean, I know Forrest’s last name is Romano and your last name is Wolfe.” “Phoenix’s last name is Felix and Puma’s is Belmont.” I pause as I think over when everybody was born. “All of us are eighteen already. My nineteenth birthday is March 27.

Well that totally sucks. “Wait… Hold on. Did you sleep through your birthday?!” Joanne exclaimed standing up so fast she almost toppled the table. Apparently? “Jo!” Conor snapped as the three of us steadied the table. “Sorry! But Kay, when’s your birthday?!” She asked coming over to me and pulling me to my feet. I shook my head because I felt she was making this a bigger deal than it needed to be. “Tell me!” She yelled grabbing my arms tightly.

“… This baby is due.” “Around March twentieth.” “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I’ve been told.” “March twentieth. That’s a good date.” “It’s close to my birthday,” he says and it hits me that I don’t even know when his birthday is. I’ve known Jim for years, but I don’t really know him. “When is your birthday?” “March seventeenth,” he answers. “Mine is—” “December first,” he finishes. “I remember.”

“What’s wrong with that?” “Idiot!” I heard the sound of skin making contact with skin, and I involuntarily flinched. That sounded like it hurt. “Oww,” Cy exclaimed. “It’s Hera’s birthday on the 19th! We won't be able to celebrate her birthday if we attend the party.” Oh. That’s right. I’m already turning 18 come this 19th of March. I mean, they could go to the party for all I care. I don’t enjoy celebrating my birthday anyways. I just feel like it’s an ordinary day.