Peter Parker Birthday 소설 & 이야기

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

I need to travel India as secretly as I can to avoid seeking unnecessary attention of Ethan and Kabir, several thoughts crossed my mind but then I found something in Amara file that got my attention… “Panchi.?” I said and kept reading panchi profile… Thanks to Stefan who had provided me with all details I saw a specific detail on panchi birth. Amara gave birth to panhci 6 years back and thanks to this information because now I saw panchi birth date… “Oh… fuck…” I said in loud gasp, its so close just next week… Panchi is having her birthday next week, which mean I should buy something for her beforehand… the moment this thought crossed my mind I immediately picked up my cell phone and calle

My colleagues at work were all here, including Adam's. "We're here to celebrate your pre-birthday because some of us won't be around for your birthday due to the holidays" Martha the cook at Burger Zone piped up. Our birthday is on December 27th and this year's pre-birthday is just a day before because our birthday falls on a Saturday this year. "How did you guys get in here anyways?" I asked again. I felt like my face was going to split in two from how hard I was grinning. Everyone pointed at Tyler. I turned to the culprit beside me questioningly.

I had no idea where Daphne was going with this, but the last thing that I wanted to do was talk about my birthday with her. “Well, there is no hurry to think of anything. My birthday is a long way off.” “February 18 is just six weeks away, Piper.” I looked over at Daphne in surprise. How could she possibly know my birthday? The only wolves at this pack who knew when my birthday was were Alpha Aiden and Beta Jonas. I had refused to even tell Maya, to her great dismay. Yes, my 20th birthday was a big deal to me, but it was also a piece of identifying information that could be used to match me to my old life. It was one of those things that Xander and I had agreed I would keep quiet about.

I said and laughed. "Do you hear yourself? You sound like an idiot when you say that." I wanted to smack Parker so bad. "Why are you here?" I asked and he gave me a small ticket. "Happy Birthday brother.. I mean it's tomorrow but I'll be going to Orlando so I want to give you your birthday present earlier." I looked at the ticket and looked up to him again. "What the?" "Trust me, you'll thank me later." "It's tonight!" I said and he smirked.

Good thing there were indicating letters posted on each cabinet. A smile formed on my lips the moment I saw her name on one of the envelopes there. I took it out along with the paper inside. The first thing I needed to do was to get to know who Nicole Jane Parker really was. I started reading all the information written on it. Where she lived, the names of her parents, and more. Then something caught my attention. Birthdate: May 19, 1997 So, it means that it’s been over a month already since her 18th birthday.

“Campaign’s over, thank God. Now we can focus on something actually fun—like your eighteenth birthday party! It’s coming up, and we’re not letting it pass without a rager. Well, a small rager. Just the close crew.” I laughed, grateful for her energy. “Nothing too big, Sum,” I said. “Just something chill with the people who matter.” Peter’s brow furrowed, and he tilted his head. “Birthday party? You didn’t tell me you were planning something.” I shrugged, trying to keep it light. “It’s not a big deal. Just a little get-together. I don’t want to make a fuss, but eighteen’s kind of a milestone, you know?” He nodded, but his eyes were sharp, like he was piecing something together. “Sounds like a

I read through it all, making sure I returned everything to the exact spot I found it in. When I looked at his driver’s license, I noticed he even managed to look good in a government photo, while most people look like grinches. The date of birth struck me: August 31st, 1989. What was today’s date? I pulled out my phone. Today was the 22nd. That meant his birthday was only nine days away. I thought back to our conversation in Milan. He had mentioned that his birthday was always seen as a curse—something he never celebrated. Because of that stigma, he had spent his whole life ignoring the day. But this year was different. This was his 40th.