Noah Schnapp Birthday Novels & Stories

“What’s wrong with that?” “Idiot!” I heard the sound of skin making contact with skin, and I involuntarily flinched. That sounded like it hurt. “Oww,” Cy exclaimed. “It’s Hera’s birthday on the 19th! We won't be able to celebrate her birthday if we attend the party.” Oh. That’s right. I’m already turning 18 come this 19th of March. I mean, they could go to the party for all I care. I don’t enjoy celebrating my birthday anyways. I just feel like it’s an ordinary day.

Ava Bennett stared at the tiny candle flickering on top of the chocolate cupcake and sighed "twenty-four" she was officially twenty-four years old most people her age were probably celebrating with friends, posting pictures online, and making wishes for the future. Ava was spending her birthday alone in her apartment almost alone, her phone lit up on the kitchen counter a smile instantly appeared on her face when she saw Noah's name. Noah the call connected immediately "Happy birthday, beautiful." Just hearing his voice made her smile wider "Thank you."

Leon said, “The actual date.” Angela said, “I remember it’s November 22. I didn’t expect Sunny to be a Scorpio.” Leon smiled. “I don’t know much about zodiac signs, but technically, Sunny isn’t a Scorpio.” Angela’s eyes filled with question marks. Leon said, “November 22 isn’t Sunny’s birth date. It’s her second birthday—the day she came out of the incubator. That’s why Sunny celebrates on her second birthday every year.” Angela thought of how Sunny’s mother passed away on the day Sunny was born.

“Belly!” I opened my eyes and looked at Noah, who just entered the kitchen. I smiled at him. “Hm?” “Were you busy?” He stood between me and Matteo, holding my hand. “Hm. Not anymore.” He nodded excitedly. “Come! I got a birthday letter from a classmate today. I want to read it with you.” A birthday letter? Right! He will be turning eight tomorrow. “Really?” I caressed his soft hair. “Then, let’s go and read the letters.”

I blurt, stepping back from her slightly manic expression. “Happy birthday,” she says, loud enough that half the corridor looks over. “What are you talking about?” I ask, genuinely blank. Sienna blinks like I’ve insulted her ancestors. “Oh my god, Zahra. Today’s April 16th. It’s your birthday.” “Oh. Right.” I manage a smile. Birthdays aren’t exactly a thing at my house. Sienna and Abby are the only ones who ever acknowledge it. She starts singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” and I clamp my hand over her mouth.

It was in January, but the guy he was fighting was a pretty big deal and the first undefeated fighter Gio had ever taken on. Veronica busied herself in her darkroom, developing her latest batch—photos of her and Noah's trip to the snow last week. She almost gave him his gift then but decided to wait just a little longer. She'd said she would wait until Christmas, but there was no way she was waiting that long, so she decided tonight would be the night. When the guys finally left, the excitement crept in. She snuck over to the tree on the way to sit with Noah on the sofa and grabbed the small bag.

I reach for my phone to check the actual date when Nate precedes me, saying, “It’s the 24th of January. We should celebrate.” I take a deep breath. The 24th of January. I repeat it in my head again and again—my birth date. I never could’ve guessed. And I’ve been guessing all my life. “I don’t know. This feels weird,” I answer, brows still creased in confusion. I always knew that my birthday was almost certainly not in November, but it was nice that we chose the first snow day. “Well, I already told Jenny and Eleanor. Your friends are coming to your place after work,” he replies, face scrunching up.

"The design is mine." "Yes," he said. "And she'll say yes immediately," I said. "Because she always says yes when something is right." "Yes," he said. He was quiet for a moment. "The date," he said. I thought about that. Noah started at Carver on the eighth of January. Two weeks from today was the twenty sixth of December. That was too close to Christmas. The thirty first was New Year's Eve. That was too loaded. The second of January. A Friday.

Many she-wolves pursued him, but he declined them all. One day, while I was teaching my students herbal experiments, Lisa called. “Today’s Noah’s 33rd birthday. He wants you to ask if you will come to his party, will you come to the house?” This time, Noah didn’t die at the age of 30. No tragedies had happened to him. “I’ll be there tonight.” When I arrived at Noah’s parents’ house, the table was laid with barbecued food. Lisa hugged me tightly, as always.

Stars Pov- The present. Tomorrow is my 15th Birthday, I wanted to be excited. But I never had any good memories about my birthday. The Alphas son Cain shared the same birthday as me. We were born the same cold winter night. My birthday is December 10th 2008 to be exact. Cain always had lavish parties gathered by loved ones. Receiving gifts and praise from the whole pack. Frowning, I looked down thinking of what it would have been like with my own family if they were still alive.