Percy Jackson Character Birthdays Novels & Stories

Is he a kid? The music started playing while we began eating. I don't even know where they got these tasty foods. "Oh yeah, when is your birthday?" Kyros suddenly asked me that. Why is he curious about my birthday. "Mine is November 10." He said. November 10? How come they didn't celebrate his birthday? "My birthday is on January 29! Prepare your gifts for me." Sanjo interrupted while the others started booing him. "I'm asking Lili, not you," Kyros said with a frown on his face. It doesn't matter if he knew or not right?

We walked outside and I locked the door, my bodyguard got into his car and followed behind us. * * * * * * "Why are we going to mall, again?" Micah asked, when we pulled up to the large shopping centre. "Demetrius' birthday is in May and I want to get him something" I pointed out Mikey. About a month ago Demetrius and I had stayed up all night, getting to know each other more. I found all that his birthday was May 4th, he's allergic to pineapples, his favorite was red, I found out his middle name, and lots more.

Her father lifting her into the air. She remembered celebrating a birthday. A fourth birthday. She looked at Victor. “My birth certificate says I was born in April.” Victor nodded slowly. “Yes.” Elara shook her head. “No.” “My birthday wasn’t in April.” “It was…” She stopped. Her eyes widened. “September.” Silence. Heavy. Crushing. Evelyn slowly closed her eyes. “So…” “It finally surfaced.” Lucien frowned. “What are you talking about?” Evelyn looked directly at Elara.

Looking into his enchanting blue eyes, I softened my face. “What’s the date?” I asked him. “August twenty-seventh, why’s that?” “Huh, I’m nineteen now. Guess I slept through my birthday”. “When was your birthday?” Gunner asked a little shocked. “It was on August fourth”. “Well, you missed mine too, it was July sixteenth” “Oh well, just another year right”. “I think we should have a birthday party, for both of us. It can be a welcome-back slash I-was-in-a-coma-for-my-birthday kind of party. What do you think?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his tone.

“Junie is seventeen.” “Not anymore,” Tony says, smirking and shaking his head at me as Luca comes up. “Juniper Sinclair is famously a Capricorn. Did someone miss her little sister’s birthday?” I gape at Tony, appalled at myself when I realize that he’s right.

"You two make a fool of yourself, then I will answer." "It's September 22nd." "Is it?" Dante questioned, his dark eyes on me. I shook my head, only to gasp, when Allister grabbed the back of my nape and said, "Don’t lie, princess, that's not a good habit." A bunch of keys came flying at me, I thought it'd hit me in the face. I closed my eyes, expecting pain. But it went flying past me and hit Allister’s arm. Dante said, "She is not lying. Her real birthday is, in fact, not September 22nd, but June 22nd."

"What's wrong? Are you hesitating? Don't you want your beloved back? Don't you want to make up for what happened? With just a few words, you can wind time backward and live happily together, forever and ever…" Jonathan bit his finger. "Think… Who do you hate the most? Who's really to blame for all this? And whose life is really worthless…?" Gritting his teeth, Jonathan wrote a few numbers. "October 13…and May 8." It was Mrs. Perry's birthdate, and… "Oh? May 8? The birthdate of that descendant of Echidna? Didn't she die already?" As the Crystal Emperor's voice echoed through the main hall, I frowned.

Ares wasn't expelled when Coach Kelly hadn't caught his ass. While shopping for lingerie, I got a text from Athena telling me if a prom theme was okay for my birthday. I hated celebrating my birthday because it was my birth date and my parents' loss. Since Athena brought Ares and me back home, we never celebrated my birthday on the exact date. It's too painful. Turning eighteen is a big thing for a girl, especially if you have Filipino blood in you, then it's imperative. Mom would tell me that, like Mexicans, the girls turn fifteen, and the sweet sixteen for other people are also unique.

Elara’s smile faltered, but she nodded quietly. — That same morning, in another house across town, Jaxon padded into Lilith’s room. He stood by the door, his little fingers twiddling nervously. “Mama?” He whispered. Lilith, still in her robe, glanced at him with mild annoyance. “What is it, Jaxon?” He shifted on his feet. “It’s… it’s my birthday today.” His voice was small, almost apologetic. For a moment, Lilith’s eyes widened. Not because she had remembered, but because realization dawned. Elara’s birthday was today too. Two children, the same age, born on the same day. The corners of her lips curved into a smile. Perfect.

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.