Novel & Cerita Len Kagamine Birthday

As you heard, I still have a performance today, as I’m one of the best singers in our campus and I need a long-time rest but because of that ear-breaking scream, I immediately went to the bathroom to do my morning routine… Hello, by the way, I’m Manuel Kagura Anastacio, Kagu or Manuel for short, 19 years old, 2nd year college nursing student. You’re probably wondering why my second name sounds like a girl? Well, that was the work of my lovable mom, because according to her, the word Kagura is a Japanese word which means entertaining the Gods.

Cassandra grumbled, then she strutted inside the club too. Katherine stayed put in the car park for a minute. She was enjoying the cool air on the hot night. “What is going on between my friends?” She asked herself. Earlier she glimpsed a bench beside the bar when Cheryl was kissing Marla. With her eyes closed, she walked up to the bench, squeezing the bridge of her nose to ease her headache. It was midnight, and officially her birthday. She was born on August 24th at the stroke of midnight. “Happy fucking birthday to me,” she sighed, sitting down on the bench.

Sagar said to cut his call. "Yeah, Now It needs to leave...I didn't get to see Samaira properly the whole week, not even in the morning." Abhimaan groaned in irritation. The whole day he missed her. Sagar chuckles at him. "Don't worry, you can make it up on her birthday.." Sagar said casually not realizing it's already today. "Birthday....when??" Abhimaan didn't know that her birthday was coming. "It's on Friday, I guess..." Sagar said simply.

“Ah, well we did spend a lot of time together. We’re just a few years apart.” “Really? She likes to joke and tell me that she is still twenty-seven. She’s been that age for at least five years.” Kenji could only laugh, Kimie wasn’t nearby so he leaned n and whispered her true age, “She is thirty-four. But don’t tell her I told you.” “I won’t. I’ll just say I glimpsed her birth certificate or something. Good looking out. Kemari would just play dumb.” “He’s good at the naïve persona. So what do you do?”

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

Then he would see how he's gonna survive. Kenzo was shocked. She held him tighter to herself. “You could walk on your own.” “I want you to take me, I know you don't know, i’ll be eighteen tomorrow. I was never the time to talk about birthday cause I never did have one. First of next month. That's my birthday. I never wanted to talk about. I tried as much as I could to forget it. Because it was never important. My mother died on that day. So I never find it important and as much try to forget about it, only then I could move on.”

"Now, you tell me. What do you want to say?" "Umm... actually... today is my birthday." Gavin was silent for a while at that. The man blinked his eyes as he looked at Camilla closely and gazed at the girl's beady eyes with warmth. "So it turns out you have a birthday today?" Camilla nodded with a smile. "The 23rd." Gavin immediately hugged the girl excitedly. "Oh my... happy birthday, Camilla." Camilla wrapped her arms around him before letting go.

As she glances at the form that Latton is signing, she notices her date of birth. "Your birthday is three weeks from now." After hearing that, Latton immediately checks the date on her phone and notices it's already March 1 and her birthday is on the 21st. "Yes, it is. I almost forgot it's already March. Days do fly by fast." She responded with a smile that did not reach her eyes. "Before that date, the Hamilton issue should be resolved," she thought to herself while searching her mind for an idea to reach Mr. Kent and solve the issue with the contract.

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.

That message read: ​ “XI•VIII•MCMXCVIII = 11 Aug 1998” ​ It was her birthday. ​ THE END