Robert Downey Jr Birthday Novels & Stories

he murmurs ashamedly. “You should feel bad for that, that was incredibly creepy,” I say matter-of-factly. He nods, “I have learned my lesson. To answer your question, I’m thirty-three. My birthday is June sixth. In case you were wondering,” he says with a playful smirk. “Noted. I’m twenty-eight, if you were wondering and my birthday is October thirty-first.” “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asks with surprise. “No way!” “That was never an issue until I moved here,” I sigh.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

" Christian complained. "What do you want then? Do you want to be nothing but a bomb?" Gina asked, dropping her cutlery on the plate. "Yes, we would be there! Bye," The voice of Robert came. "Your Godfather Henry has just invited us to his eighty-year-old birthday celebration and he is the newly elected person in the DST you know, and that gives you a good chance to discuss the candidate we would be supporting in the next election!" Robert said, taking a full bite from his plate.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Carrascal, for confusing you.” “Don’t call me ‘Mr.’ as if we don’t know each other,” he said, releasing my arm and slipping his hands into his pockets. His warm gaze stayed on me. “What I said last night still stands.” “How can a man like you claim to be dating someone like me?” “I already told you, Roberta, I don’t see any problem with you. I’m not here to argue about that.” I watched him but couldn’t hold his gaze for long. Suddenly, my entire opinion about the man standing before me changed drastically.

She shakes his head closer to the fire. "SORRY SORRY SORRY!" He yelps. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO ME." She yells. He takes a breath and stays silent. "Malcom Vandenberg... Fifty seven years old-Wait a second! You almost made it to fifty eight! I couldn't forget your birthday in a week. December thirty first... New Year's Eve. Fun fact, you have the same one as my father! Amazing day for a birthday, don't you agree?"

Did she have no dignity? After work, Maxwell found that Robert had already had the butler prepare a cake and candles. He was touched. "Grandpa, birthdays aren't that important. What's important is that you will be with me. You must be busy preparing for this." "Well, I don't have much to do in the hospital anyway. Your birthday is a big event!" Robert said as he asked the butler to light the candles. He chuckled, "It's a pity that you have to celebrate with this old fart in a hospital for your 28th birthday."

She asked curiously. “It’s a twenty two plus club.” He smirked walking to the bedside table to take his phone. “Oh.” She said speechless but then she remembered another thing. “You are not twenty two yet, at least not until the next three months.” She said with narrowed eyes and he laughed. His birthday was on the first day of January and Olivia was surprised when she was told he had the same birth date with the his father, the don. Which means it is always celebrated as a big occasion in the Jackson’s family.

Andrew arched his brow. "Geez Andrew, nobody's favorite movie is p*rn." Rick rubbed his temple. "Also, I think a themed party could work out. He likes Marvel movies, especially Iron Man, played by Robert Downey Jr." "Firstly," Andrew started. "We know who played iron man so you don't have to tell us his name and secondly, he isn't twelve, you want to throw an iron man themed birthday party for him?" "I think it would be hilarious but in a good way." Cara suggested.

she managed to say, sitting down. “Happy birthday, cougar! Are you doing anything on your day?” “Thanks, Jay! It’s Thursday, so I have to go to work. How are you?” “Fine, fine! We’re going out for dinner, but I wanted to be the first to congratulate you on your aging. Thirty-five! Dude, it only happens once, right?” “Thank God!” “When are you throwing your party?” “After New Year, as always. Go now, and thanks for calling!”

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general