July 22nd Zodiac Novels & Stories

, I shake my head and gives the hall ticket back to her, averting my attention to Miss Allen. For the last few weeks I've been very careful to not let Ethan find out my birth date. But he almost caught me when Grace was doing a zodiac compatibility test while we were at a cafe a month ago. Without thinking, the stupid me said my sign is Gemini. Then Ethan asked how come I'm Gemini when I'm born in August. I then quickly said I don't actually know my sign and I just said a sign I like. Grace then found out my sign is Leo. And Leo and Gemini has strong compatibility and that's why I and Ethan are so perfectly bonded. Stupid Zodiac theories !

It's my fault why they weren't able to attend this event. Archmaster just sighed and shook his head. “Let’s not waste our time to people who aren’t here. Let’s have Ms. Deborah Castro. She’s the chosen Taurus, the bull of the Zodiacs.” He didn't waited for much time and moved over to the next zodiac. Aw, I was the one who should be blamed here.

John::Tell me my love, Laura::Just guess na, John::You know I'm not very good at guessing things. You best know that. Laura:: Okay then, let me save you the stress, my birthday is coming up this month. Today is the first right? John::What? You mean you were born in July too? Laura::of course. But don't tell me your birth month is also July , because I know yours already. John::what?? You know mine? Who told you? Laura:: Glory did, I was discussing with her some day and she happen to tell me that your birthday is August 12.

Chapter 48: Afterglow ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 02 - 22 - 2027 ║ ║ Monday║ (D - 4) Before the Commencement of Olympia's Cup║ Warning : R18+

Leon said, “The actual date.” Angela said, “I remember it’s November 22. I didn’t expect Sunny to be a Scorpio.” Leon smiled. “I don’t know much about zodiac signs, but technically, Sunny isn’t a Scorpio.” Angela’s eyes filled with question marks. Leon said, “November 22 isn’t Sunny’s birth date. It’s her second birthday—the day she came out of the incubator. That’s why Sunny celebrates on her second birthday every year.” Angela thought of how Sunny’s mother passed away on the day Sunny was born.

I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Happy Fourth of July, the sun princess just defended her title, the storm queen’s drunk on mead, and the lake is terrified of us.” Above us, the phoenix dissolves into a million tiny suns that spell, in perfect English and Japanese: WE’RE JUST GETTING STARTED. Best summer ever. The Quiet One July 17, 2029 – 3:17 a.m., the roof of the old bathhouse ruins The sky is the color of bruised thunderclouds even though there isn’t a storm for a thousand miles.

"Seven like the number?" Seven nods as he carries the bag of groceries for me towards the lift. "Yea... Seven like the number. And just so you know, Seven is a lucky number." "I've heard that before..." His green eyes sparkle. "And what actually made my mom call me Seven is because I was born on the seventh day of the seventh month." "7th July?" Seven nods. "Gee! Sorry for being so awkward on the first day... Blame it on being born a writer."

He’s still sitting on the chair while she’s sitting on the thick wood handle of his chair from his right side. His possessive manner made Mike or should she say, Lilac to plaster a wide grin on his face. “Your face is quite young for a twenty-five year old woman.” Kevin complimented and didn’t care of how Dye reacted. “When is your birthday so we can celebrate?” “September 24 and her zodiac sign is Libra.” Dye coldly said. “Anything else?” He tightened his grip of her waist while the two women were obviously displeased. Mike cleared his throat. “Nothing else. We’re just being friendly here brother, we're not going to steal your woman even if she’s our type.” Mike stated.

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."

“When’s yours?” “Hmm…” “Wait, are you thinking about it?” “It’s not something that comes easily… The 22nd.” “Which month?” “August.” I say, remembering it fully. My parents had called it the worst day of their life for the past 17 years. That alone had helped in the memorizing process, but not very effectively. “Oh, that’s… Wait, did you say the 22nd of August?” “Yeah.” “Isn’t that, like, exactly a week from now?”