Milo Manheim Birthday Novels & Stories

Mila raised her brows and hung her mouth open at his lie. "Nonsense, don't call me ma'am. I am your grandmother. Come here!" Mama Rivers rebuked him and hugged him. "Just for the record, he is still 27 years old. We are age mates." Mila could not stay silent. "Oh, that was all Papa Rivers could say. "My birthday is in less than two months, unlike you." Carl, released from his grandma's arms, glared at Mila. "That's a long time, until then, you are still 27 years old!" Mila insisted.

I need to fix this somehow. “Harry!” He froze where he was and turned to me. I swallowed nervously and asked him, “Do you have plans for your birthday next weekend?” “Milo is taking me out,” he answered, and I turned my head to Milo. “I’m taking him to a gay bar,” Milo informed me with the same smile that was yet to disappear from his face. “Oh… okay.” He raised his eyebrows at me. “Do you want to come?” Harrison turned sharply where he had grabbed a mop to clean up the ground and directed his words to Milo as he said, “He doesn’t want to be a part of that crowd, Milo.”

Actually, the act of Peter taking Mia to the beach to play is what he discussed before with Mila because today is Mia's birthday, September 7. Yesterday when she slept, he secretly discussed and prepared. all so Mia didn't even know. Even Peter feels that Mia doesn't know what day it is, so she doesn't remember that today is her birthday.

he hugged me again, and kissed my cheek slowly and warmly. “ Thank you, Miler,” I smiled. “ Congratulations too. To us!” I flapped my hands open for more hugs. We were smiling briefly to each other, then a thought came up in my mind. Tomorrow is my birthday and there is one more person I would like to celebrate it with apart from my aunt Jessica. “ Hey Miler, do you mind coming to my house tomorrow?” I asked staring into his eyes. Miler eyes are ice blue, they were the eyes I had never seen before and he has this brown hair that always curls. He was almost as tall as me anyway.

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.

I now realise I have not once seen or heard about Marcus celebrating his birthday. “Leave it, Kitten, don’t even go there.” I look at him confused. I am going there. I want to know. “When is it?” He shakes his head and laughs. “Marcus’ birthday is the 20th of December. Be warned, we tried for over 10 years to get him to celebrate. He goes into hiding at the mention of it.” I wonder why that is?

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist. "Help. He's so ugly. What the hell." "Ew… I'm logging off to throw up." "Hey, whose pet pig is this?" … From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real. On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.

I ran to my phone thinking Zack had sent me a birthday I smiled when I realised it was from my best friend Mila. Mila has been the greatest friend of all time. She never missed wishing me a happy birthday no matter when or where. I wasn't used to celebrating my birthday but she made that day special for me. We spend most of the day chatting, gisting, gossiping, spending money, and more. We didn't have to go to any special place to celebrate the birthday. I waited the whole day for Zack's call or even a message but still didn’t see any of it. I was disappointed. Then his call came through telling me to meet him.