Most Common Birthday Month Novels & Stories

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

The event I don't want to go to. "Ma'am, Mr. Russo is waiting for you downstairs." My birthday has never been much of a big deal, seeing as I didn’t have much to throw a fancy party for myself. At the orphanage, birthdays are celebrated once a year for all the kids, on Christmas. So my birthday was always celebrated on December 25th rather than January 24th. It wasn't much of an event, but just a cake big enough to give everyone a bite and some drinks. Either way, we were all still excited.

Sharon I couldn’t wait until November came around, it was like I was rejuvenated! I always get excited for the month of November because it was my birthday month and I took advantage of the entire month even though my birthday lands on the 15th of the month. Happily, my birthday landed on a Saturday, which was a plus because everyone who was invited were off on the weekends. I was going to have the time of my life.

As I sat, he also took his seat. We ate while talking to each other, knowing ourselves even more. I started to ask him what his favorite color is. "Black," he answered. "But that is not a color, that's a shadow," I said to him. "It's still a color." Okay then. "How about your birthday?" I asked next. "This month." This month? Wow, we were born in the same month. "Really? When?" I asked again. "February 20." My eyes widened a bit. February 20 is my birthday too. What a great coincidence.

“Well, I’m guessing October and March are probably right. Because no other numbers really sound like zero or three. So, who has birthdays in October and March that would have anything at all to do with this place?” “Aaron? Your sister?” Dax offered. “I have no idea when Aaron’s birthday is,” Cassidy admitted. “And Cadence’s birthday is in September. But…” she wracked her brain trying to come up with who else might be important enough to have their birthdays be the code. “Wait a minute! This place has been here since before my dad was born.” “So?” Dax asked, looking at her in confusion. “So… it might not be Aaron’s and Cadence’s birthdays—it might be, my grandparents’ birthdays! October 29 wa

"My father also has the same birthday." Most alphas were born on the exact summer solstice, June twenty-first. In contrast, the rest of the pack were usually born on the twentieth or the twenty-second of June. There had been cases of pack members being born under the winter solstice, but those were far and few between. And in those cases, the member went rogue or was eventually killed because of betrayal against a pack member or the whole pack itself. "That is just too bizarre. What's your mom do on all your birthdays? Is there a huge party or something?"

He may not be sure how birthdays were celebrated in the past, but he was sure that there was at least an acknowledgement, even if there wasn't a family dance, like there was in the community. It was eventually decided upon in the community that at the end of every month, they would celebrate all the birthdays of those born in that month, with as many songs and rounds of dancing dictated by the number of birthdays. There were lots of birthdays in the autumn and winter, with not so many in the spring. Jasper enjoyed his birthday on the Forth of April, he only shared the celebration with two other people: One old woman who could sew as if she were the world champion for speed and another boy, a

I recognized them, they were friends with Jake, we were all the same age more or less, Jake was eighteen years old and so were they, I was yet to turn eighteen which was merely a few months away, not that this held any real importance to me however, I could remember my birthday month, but not the actual day. My mom had always told me how I was born in May, she called it the most beautiful month. Thinking of this made me feel both happy and sad.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

which my parents know as the basement. To me….. there's no difference between a dungeon and the basement where I do sleep in. Currently. I'm twenty-four years old, and very soon I'll be celebrating my birthday at twenty-five. The day I was born, is still the same day that my two younger ones were born. We all share the same birth month, which is amazing….. but I kinda hate my birthday month because I stopped celebrating my birthday for a long time now. When my Mama gave birth to my two younger ones….. she automatically forbids me from celebrating my birthday.