Most Rare Birthday Novels & Stories

PLEASE DROP COMMENTS AS YOU READ, I LOVE TO READ YOUR OPINIONS. Jasmine Harp's Point Of View: I say birthday is for kids, but that was only a lie I told myself to console my vulnerable heart. Who would believe me if I said that I have only celebrated one birthday my whole life which I couldn't remember since I was just a year old. The only thing that made me aware of my one year old birthday was the photos taken. And yes. I, Jasmine Harp, am twenty two years old. All my birthdays seemed like normal days to me. I didn't celebrate my freaky fifteen, not even the special sweet sixteen, let alone my big one-eight or my twentieth birthday.

I became more confused with his words. "Tomorrow would be the most special day for Victoria, and she had been waiting for her 18th birthday to come, and I understand it will become the most significant event of her life as a werewolf; she is the only one who didn't shift at an early age, for the last three thousand years, and the last one was the most powerful Luna the werewolves could ever have, and the prophecy could be right." He declared as he looked at me in the eyes.

Kane smiled. “My Godfather thought to give it to me as my birthday gift. You know my birthday is in five days, right?” Kane blinked before going to rub the back of his head while chuckling. “Oh! Is it? I didn't know about it.” “It's fine if you forgot. But you can make it up to me by taking me out on that day.” She leaned closer to him. “As it is, my friends are busy on that day and some are even out of the country for some work. I'll be all alone to celebrate my birthday. So...you have to take me out.”

He brushes them back absentmindedly. I watch the movement longer than I should. He just looks different out here. He looks even more handsome tonight. “You’re staring,” he says as he takes the chair opposite me. I blink and clear my throat. “Thank you,” I say after a while. His lips tilt up at the sides. “You seem to like saying that.” “No, it’s just… This time, it’s really important. No one has ever really done this for me, so thank you.” He stays silent, watching me so I go on, “The only person that has ever celebrated my birthday is Theo. My parents don’t care. They don’t even remember what day it is.”

"Don't you dare lie to me, Krysie. Your electric blue eyes are telling me you're sad. Did you miss your dad?" No, I missed my old life. "Kind of. If you didn't talk about my upcoming birthday, I would totally forget about it." Misaki glared at her. "You shouldn't forget your own birthday. It's a very special day for us because it only happens once a year. It's the day we were born without our freaking confirmation." She twisted her lips and sipped on her milk tea. "Yeah. But it's nothing special just like what you said. My debut last year is just a normal day. After work, I knocked myself in my bed."

Hell even when I had first seen her with the cart, I had looked at her and thought she was a teenager. But she works at my club. That means she has to be over 21. She would only have been hired with verified identification. Legal clearance. My mind is racing. What exactly was special about this birthday? For girls the special birthdays were 13,16,18 and 21. She would have bypassed all of these. Her ID said her birthday is in August. Not January. Not next week. My mind begins to turn. Slowly. Methodically. Pieces that didn’t matter before begin to resurface.

Though I never made my birthdays public because in a world where every single breath I take and every move I take is scrutinized by the paparazzi, where my face is plastered across supermarket tabloids and high-end fashion magazines, my actual day of birth has always been of the secrets I guarded with everything I had. I never filled it out on public profiles and I never allowed my PR team to announce it even on social media platforms, preferring to let the world believe I was a woman born out of thin air or probably a ghost with no origin. Only three people have always wished me a happy birthday every year for five years now, and that was Logan, and my twins. Every single year, when the clo

"When he was being rushed in and wheeled into surgery, I remember that he kept repeating something under his breath. "Something like… his birthday wish finally came true, or something along those lines. That might be what he cares about most deep down. If you want to try waking him up, you could start from there." Mom kept turning the doctor's words over in her mind. She murmured to herself, "A birthday wish? That's right… Zero has never once celebrated his birthday. He must really want that. But what was his birthday wish?" I wanted to tell her that my birthday wish was to die. All she needed to do was stop the treatment, and my wish would finally come true. Unfortunately, Mom couldn't hear

“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?”

The kingdom was in chaos as they prepared for a celebration, It was my nineteenth birthday and King Rryan had planned to make a huge event since he had missed so many of my birthdays, and King Danyel was on board with making it huge he even brought in Mayan Fire dancers, I was super excited, back home with Dad and I, my birthday was always small and very few people would come.