Jude Bellingham Birthday Novels & Stories

Pearl: I forgot to ask your birthday date yesterday. He took a while before replying this one. Xhen: September 20... I'll be 25 by then Pearl: Aren't you already 25? Xhen: Nah, but since it's my month, the guys already think I am. Pearl: Your birthday is in a few days then. I can't wait to wish you. Xhen: I don't do birthdays. Rebekah's hand suddenly blocked Pearl's forehead, and she looked up to see she almost jammed a pillar.

He smiled at me, and I couldn’t help but ask, “Do I know you?” The man chuckled. “Definitely not,” he said with a grin. “Probably my doppleganger.” The group laughed, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had seen him somewhere before. I decided to ask, “What’s your name, sir?” The man smiled again, his eyes twinkling. “Jude, Jude Bellingham.” The name didn’t ring a bell, but I couldn’t stop staring at him. Something was off, but I still didn’t know where I had seen him.

These were the consequences of his past actions, and now he had to bear them himself. "Birthday is a good idea. I think her birthday is coming up soon," Kendrick awkwardly said. "Which day?" Jude pressed on. Kendrick's expression became somewhat embarrassed, his eyes darting around aimlessly. "I'll go check it out." Responsible as always, Jude immediately took out his phone and called the HR department. In an instant, he received accurate information. "November 20th." Kendrick calculated in his mind and realized that it was just a week away.

It is giving me a hard time. “You are born in October, the year 1996 the 11th of the month. We- we celebrated your debut… the only thing that is missing that time is… is the debutant. You- you are not there to be seen by the world.” He said and his face turns so gloomy. “My written birthdate is on November 10, 1997. We didn’t celebrate my debut and not even my birthday.” I said as I try to divert his attention away from me.

I didn't want her to know I was searching up Ethan and looking at his photos with and without Heather like a creep. "W-what?" I asked, pushing the laptop away from me. She looked at me strangely before shaking her head. "We are in deep crap." "I know and we have even more crap to deal with. What happened?" "Juliet's birthday is on May 27 and-" "Wait, that day is my birthday." "Oh my God, I almost forgot your birth date." "Come again. Did you really say that Juliet's birthday is on May 27?" "Yes, I did."

She asked curiously. “It’s a twenty two plus club.” He smirked walking to the bedside table to take his phone. “Oh.” She said speechless but then she remembered another thing. “You are not twenty two yet, at least not until the next three months.” She said with narrowed eyes and he laughed. His birthday was on the first day of January and Olivia was surprised when she was told he had the same birth date with the his father, the don. Which means it is always celebrated as a big occasion in the Jackson’s family.

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.

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general

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I read through it all, making sure I returned everything to the exact spot I found it in. When I looked at his driver’s license, I noticed he even managed to look good in a government photo, while most people look like grinches. The date of birth struck me: August 31st, 1989. What was today’s date? I pulled out my phone. Today was the 22nd. That meant his birthday was only nine days away. I thought back to our conversation in Milan. He had mentioned that his birthday was always seen as a curse—something he never celebrated. Because of that stigma, he had spent his whole life ignoring the day. But this year was different. This was his 40th.