Lily Potter Birthday Novels & Stories

From a newborn's hospital bracelet to a second birthday cake. The bracelet read: Mother—Natalie Voss. October 7, 2022. Female. 7 lbs 1 oz. October 7, 2022. Lily's birthday was September 29, 2022. Meaning eight days after I gave birth to Lily, this woman named Natalie Voss had a baby too. I zoomed in on the bracelet photo. The photographer's shadow fell across the white hospital bed. The shadow was a man's. I checked the photo's EXIF data.

Asher is the spitting image of you as a boy. And you look like the perfect mix of your parents.” I smiled, looking at the picture “this photo was taken on my tenth birthday.” My birthday is coming up in a few weeks. I hardly celebrated my birthday anymore after my parents died. “I don’t really celebrate my birthday anymore” I told Asher “but when I was young my parents went all out. Big parties with the pack and then at night with just the family we would make apple pie and eat it together as a family.” Lily looked at me and smiled “want to make it a double party and get married on your birthday?” She kissed me softly “we could start with the wedding here. Just as and maybe Riker, Mia, Jara

“What do you call what happened on your eighteenth birthday? And what happened on mine?” She leaned closer. “Let me refresh your memory.” “I asked for a Porsche 911 for my birthday. And what did he give me? A Range Rover SV.” “But Lily, you know Dad said he didn’t have money back then—” “Oh really?” Lily cut her off sharply. “Then enlighten me. What did he gift you on your birthday?” “You told him you wanted a Lamborghini, right?” “Yes. But he didn’t gift me that, and you know it.”

Lilith's POV. "Nora is such a beauty to behold, take a look at her dress, it must have cost a fortune," "She's such a little princess," I stood by the corner of our living room, listening to the group of girls drool over my sister; it was her birthday and of course, our father hosted the fanciest birthday party just like he always did every year.

It looked like a home, not just a place to sleep. Isabella had saved for weeks to afford Lily's birthday party. Nothing extravagant—just a small celebration at the apartment with Rosa, Grace, Jen and her kids, and a few other daycare families. A homemade cake, dollar store decorations, and a pile of presents that were mostly practical things Lily needed anyway. "Mama?" Lily's voice called from her room. "Mama, up!" Isabella smiled, climbing out of bed. "Good morning, birthday girl. You're two today. Do you know what that means?"

Knowing she couldn't alter the stream's time, she decided to spend more quality time with Lizzy during the daytime, given the kindergarten's New Year's break. With a few days left to Lizzy's birthday, Michelle wasn't sure if the workaholic, Mr. Alex Ye, remembered it. So she sent a screenshot of the live stream's date from the document. "Mr. Ye," she texted, "Lizzy's birthday is on December 30th." Alex replied promptly, "Yes, I know." Lizzy's birthday was on December 30th, and Michelle's on February 10th. He was aware of both dates.

"Lily, Ramona is holding a party for her 70th birthday this Saturday. Master Carter will definitely attend, so you can accompany me as well." Lily's eyes changed, and the corners of her mouth curled up. "Okay."

Dominic stepped closer, his eyes fixed on Lucian, listening intently. Sarah hesitated for a moment before responding, “No, I haven’t spoken to her, but I wanted to tell you something important. Lily’s birthday is this Friday, and she always celebrates it at the orphanage where she grew up.” Dominic’s eyes widened with realization. “The orphanage,” he murmured, a glimmer of light piercing through the shadows that had enveloped them. “She might be there,” Lucian said, his voice filled with renewed hope. “Thank you, Sarah. We’ll go there immediately.”

Lottie’s POV What a day, I think to myself. Not only did my sister fly off to who knows where? But I met a girl in blue, got myself kidnapped, watched my mom nearly be beaten to death, killed two men and discovered I had a real father. Now I find out my sister has an elemental gift and to top it all off, it’s still her birthday. “Crap,” I say out loud. suddenly realizing it is still my sister's birthday, her 18th birthday, and we have not done anything to help her celebrate it.

It’s not petty; it’s called closure. … The next afternoon, I wake up feeling like an overcooked noodle. My 21st birthday—supposedly the big, magical milestone—is just another day. Well, except for Lilly throwing a ball in my honor. Of course, she’s thrilled; this is her chance to show the pack that even her sister can sparkle if you polish her enough.