Noah Schnapp Birthday Novels & Stories

Noah POV'S Name; Freya Salvador Date of birth: May 26, 19xx Age: 21 years old Parents: Both dead Level of education: College dropout I smirked after reading the file brought to me about the lady I met at the club the other day. So her name's Freya? It's way more pleasant to the ears than that of Mabel. "She seems to be lacking family members?" I asked Ryan, my private investigator and I saw him nod

To think of it, there was no Travis Scott at the party. What was I thinking? She fist bumped him and nodded her greeting to me. I smiled at her. “ Where’s Damon?” He asked. “He was here a while ago. He’s probably inside. You should check there.” “Okay,” He said. “We’ll have the cocktail you prepared on my birthday. Less ice for me.” “Coming right up.” she turned back, searching for ingredients to use. “So, when’s your birthday?” “January 27th. Yours?” “September, ” I said. “13th of September.”

Wrapped carefully, covered well, the deliberate effort of someone who wanted it to look right. He held it out. “Happy birthday, Noah.” I looked at the box. Then at him. The words landed somewhere I hadn’t prepared for — not because they were surprising exactly, but because no one had said them to me in so long that I had stopped expecting to hear them at all. My birthday. I had forgotten it myself, in the way you forget things that have stopped having any ceremony attached to them. We had stopped celebrating after my mother died. I had been four years old and the tradition had simply — ended, and nothing had replaced it, and enough years had passed that the date had become just a date.

I told her it was going fine and Nathan was being the usual. Natalie: Have you planned anything for his birthday? His birthday? I didn’t know Nathan’s birthday is coming. I opened g****e and searched up his name online. He had a Wikipedia page so I assumed his birthday will be mentioned there. 21st May. Right I remember him telling me when we played twenty questions. That is in two days. We have the gala, day after tomorrow. I have to think about his gift and maybe a party? But who will come considering we are in a different country? I texted Natalie back.

The moment the screen went dark, a piece of my heart went with it. In the past, my birthdays were never quiet. Because my birthday is November 8th and Cassian's is October 28th. I'm a November Scorpio, and he's an October Scorpio. Cassian hated socializing and almost never celebrated his birthday, so from the time I was a teenager, I would drag him into my celebrations. I insisted he blow out the candles and make a wish with me. Gradually, everyone around us assumed the same—we shared a zodiac sign, and we always spent our birthdays together.

I would hopefully find out who my mate was in a week. “When is your birthday?” Jay asked like he was just trying to make small talk, at least he didn’t seem irritated anymore. “It’s next week, on Wednesday the 24th. I’ll be 18. Hanna and I aren’t very far apart. Our mother had two uteruses so we were literally born only a month apart. Our dad was definitely shocked to say the least.” Jake laughed. “Well Alpha Gabe is going to be in shock to know that his birthday plans for Rena just got bigger. Adding another 18th to the list of celebrations he has to do on party day!” I was confused, why would my party be here?

And when we all sat on the bench outside the mall with ice cream in hand, Tessa suddenly asked, “So… when’s your birthday?” I hesitated. “Uh... tomorrow.” They both froze. Naomi nearly dropped her cone. “*Tomorrow?!!” They both screamed. Tessa blinked. “Wait — the day of the triplets’ coronation-slash-graduation bonanza?” I nodded, sheepishly at the twins while licking my ice cream. “Daphne Hathaway,” Naomi said like I had committed a crime. “You mean to tell us your birthday is tomorrow and you didn’t say anything?”

It happened all at once, leaving him grey and ghostly. He dropped the letter on the desk like it was burning his skin. "December 12th," Noah whispered. "Yes," Vivian said, desperate now. "He wrote it for your birthday that year. He sent it to me in Zurich." Noah looked at his mother. The look wasn't anger. It was horror. "Dad had his stroke on December 10th," Noah said. The room went dead silent. Vivian froze. Her mouth opened slightly, then closed.

I glanced towards the staircase, then back at Conrad. “Umm… is there a party today?” He gazed at me, his eyes settling into a clam that felt he had no troubles. “It's Noah's birthday party.” “What?" I managed, my breath catching in my throat. A small gasp escaped my lips. Noah's birthday. It was today. 4th of July. I didn't even remember. I had a reminder set on my phone—though it hadn't buzzed yet. With everything that had happened, I totally forgot for a while.

Noah shyly asked, his parents previously told him, birthdays are a waste of time and money, he never celebrated any of his birthdays, even if he was a baby, he vaguely remembers the day passing as normal, being ignored and laid on the floor, while his mom talked on the phone with people, he never thought of the day to be something special, until his friend asked about his birthday, which he didn't know, so the teacher has to answer, while his friend explained birthdays to him and how amazing they are; when he asked him mother, she brushed him off and gave him money, telling to celebrate it himself, even though, that day wasn't his birthday. Those events were engraved in his memories, but the