Leon Kennedy Birthday Novels & Stories

“So, like, my grandpa says that Kennedy was this great president, and then this other dude shot him in the head. Why would someone do that? Were you alive when that happened?” Elliott looked at me, and I had to look away, because I realized he actually was alive when Kennedy was assassinated. But looking at Jeremy, he asked, “Dude, how old do you think I am? Kennedy was assassinated in 1963. Do I look like I’m in my fifties?” “No,” Jeremy laughed. A bunch of other kids laughed at him. “Sorry, man, I mean, sir.” “Don’t call me sir, kid. I just told you, I’m not an old man.” That had everyone laughing. “I may not be in my fifties, but the Kennedy assassination is a great topic to discuss. What

Tina knew that it was Ken’s birthday and he had never had a birthday celebration and now this was his 40th birthday she had wanted to do something special for his birthday and now was the time to treat her lover and also the loving father of her sons. One of the twins Eddie had asked her, mum when is daddy’s birthday we have never celebrated any, Tina had replied they would celebrate daddy’s birthday this year but it’s a surprise so please this to be between us we don’t want dad to know.

He placed down his cutlery and said, “Charlene, enjoy the rest of your meal slowly. I have a video conference to attend in the study.” “Sure,” Charlene answered. However, she could not help saying in concern, “Take care of your health, Brendan. We’re going to attend the birthday party tomorrow.” “Hmm.” Deirdre stopped eating for a moment. ‘Birthday party?’ Brendan headed upstairs while Charlene cut her steak like a show-off. “It’s October 25th tomorrow. I believe that Ms. McKinnon is aware of the significance of the date, right?” Deirdre lowered her gaze. She knew all about that date, of course. It was Charlene’s birthday.

"Happy birthday, dear!" "Happy birthday, boy!" The Kennedy's cheered as Winston lit the candles. Elaine and Jon had known they were planning this, but still, it was touching. "Now sit down so we can sing the dang song and eat!" Winston ordered, kicking Wild's paws into gear. "He sat down, whispering a quiet "Thank you" before they sang him happy birthday.

I said, my voice a little shaky. She stepped back into the room, closing the door quietly behind her. "What is it? You look worried." I took a deep breath. "I talked with the grand Luna. I found out that... that Prince Keith's parents' remembrance day is on April 16th." "Yes, it is," she confirmed, her voice low. "Is everything okay?” "The thing is... April 16th... It's also my birthday." Lucinda's eyes snapped wide open, much wider than I had ever seen them before. She stared at me for a long moment, processing the information.

I didn’t argue and I almost hugged her and kissed her but that would cost me an eye, instead I staggered back toward the edge, collapsing onto a low bench. My whole body screamed in protest. Conrad appeared a moment later, handing me water. I took it gratefully. “Thanks.” He nodded once then after a pause— “It’s his birthday.” I blinked. “What?” “Knox, today is his birthday and he hates birthdays.” My heart skipped “Oh.” That explained why he was absent i looked down at the water bottle in my hands. “Does he… celebrate it?” Conrad shrugged slightly. “Not really.” Before I could think too much about it, I pushed myself up slowly.