Peter Parker Birthday Novels & Stories

** END OF FLASHBACK ** Today is my 21st birthday and for the first time in my household, they are preparing a party not on my behalf, but a party nevertheless. For the last three years, I have been keeping to myself. My dad has made sure that nobody messes with me more than necessary. Fortunately for me, my friends have remained the same, and a year ago Pete introduced me to a wonderful guy from his college. He is from another pack, so he is foreign to all the drama in my pack regarding my weakness.

“Someone’s grumpy.” “I’m frustrated,” Trixie fires back. “And before you ask—no, it’s not that time of the month. It’s the ‘I-just-want-to-find-my-mate-before-I-burst’ time.” Parker gives her a sideways glance. “That a medical diagnosis now?” Trixie glares at him. “Don’t tease me, Parker. I’m serious.” She pushes up from her chair with a huff. “My birthday is in two weeks —August 21. I’m throwing a party. I expect presents. Sparkly ones. And maybe—maybe—if the Moon Goddess doesn’t hate me, I’ll find my mate.”

Kitty just nodded blindly, trying to take in all the information, so Erebus just went on: "You have been registered under the couple that died last month ever since you were born, and because there's only about three months before your 18th birthday, I persuaded the personnel to give it a pass and brought your birthday forward for 3 months, we can change it back later if you want to keep your true birthday on there." "O-okay..." Kitty blinked blankly. "By the way, when's your birthday? Is the record correct?" Erebus asked casually. "Well, December 24th, actually. I always loved Christmas when I was--" Kitty shrugged and avoided his eyes when her sentence suddenly broke.

- He insisted on trying to talk, even though I was in no mood for it. "I already told you that day. Parkinson's has never been much for celebrating holidays, he has forgotten my birthday at least five times, and I don't care about that. I had a good childhood, very lonely, but still a nice one…" "No friends or didn't like to sympathize much with people?"

Red added. "By April, did she come by and what about Peter and Parker?" "Brother Peter and Brother Parker went to Paris. They are opening their restaurant there, saying they will miss you and if you ever had the chance, come to meet them and Sister April used to come by, we told her that you will return a year later." Bertha explained. Red hummed and relaxed her shoulder, putting her head on the armrest. "I see. By the way, I need a phone. I have eradicated every identity related to Iris. Here, burn this passport as well." Red said, handing her over.

I was moving on—or at least I was trying my hardest to—but whenever I sat alone in my quiet apartment, my traitorous thoughts would inevitably drift to a certain someone. How is he now? Does he miss me? Does he hate me? Has he found someone else? That last thought always violently clenched my heart, but soon, my logical thoughts would overpower my fragile emotions. He didn't believe you. He left you when you were completely innocent. You were brutally punished for something you never even did. You lost your child because of him. "We're here." Peter's voice suddenly brought me back to reality. It was my birthday today, the 10th of July. Peter had surprised me by showing up at my apartment una

Then he brought out a piping bag and he wrote beautifully on it, happy birthday mate. “Birthday?” I asked. He chuckled, looking at me. “Today is the 26th, and it's your birthday,” he said. I gasped. “It’s my birthday? How do you know? I never mentioned my birthday,” I said. “Before you came I got every detail of you, birthday, height, everything from your alpha so I know your birthday. Bryan told me you never celebrated your birthday so I decided to take you on this picnic date,” he said. I smiled, my eyes watering.

Actually, the act of Peter taking Mia to the beach to play is what he discussed before with Mila because today is Mia's birthday, September 7. Yesterday when she slept, he secretly discussed and prepared. all so Mia didn't even know. Even Peter feels that Mia doesn't know what day it is, so she doesn't remember that today is her birthday.

Seriously, like mother like daughter. "Ahh, I don't know. I don't have webs coming out of my fingers. I'm just me. Peter Parker" he said as she nodded. "My parents died in a fire accident when I was 10 years old. I was taken to a foster home till I was 18. Then I came back to my dad's house which has been renovated to claim it. Though the mayor put it out under rentage. He gave part of the money to me and that's what I've been surviving on" he said as Mrs. Woods felt remorseful.

He resumed. "Oh Jeez Peter, don't start with your lovey dovey confession, I know you like me; you don't need to say it again" I said, rolling my eyes and he giggled. "Oh My God, come on... It's not that" "It's what...?" "My birthday" "Your birthday?" I repeated after him. "Yeah, my birthday" He just said. "When is your birthday Peter? Why are you talking about it?" I asked. "It's sad that we like eachother without even knowing much about ourselves" Peter said.