Secret Of Birth Date Novels & Stories

Eleanor Ye had made a similar gesture, but Michelle had also refused. Michelle wasn't surprised that Alex knew her birthday. After all, if he could know Lizzy's birthday, why wouldn't he know hers? She turned to him, her smile soft and gentle. With no hint of guilt, she inquired, "Mr. Ye, when is your birthday?" Lifting his gaze to hers, Alex replied, "May 28th, Gregorian calendar." Michelle nodded, a playful grin lighting her face. "While I don't have a bank card whose password I can change to your birthday, I can change my computer's startup password to it."

“Let’s not think about these terrible things. Your grandfather’s condition is getting better, and your birthday is coming soon. My mother just sent a message suggesting that the wedding be on your birthday.” Ruth was speechless. Did the topic have to change so quickly? “I think it’s fine. There’s still more than a month before your birthday. Although it’s a little rushed, we should be able to make it.” Abel’s voice was gentle. Ruth’s lips twitched. “It’s possible that my birthday has already passed.” Abel was dumbfounded. “The date of registration on my birth certificate is half a year past my actual birthday. It’s said that my mother calculated my astrology numbers for me. My fate didn’t ma

I opened my eyes. Ari's proud smile lit my heart. "Wonderful. Do you know their elements?" I nodded. "All but pumpkin seed are of the water element. Pumpkin seed is fire element." She clapped her hands together. "Excellent, garinion. When is your birthday?" I blinked at her. Not really the question I was expecting in a herbology lesson. "October thirty-one." Ari nodded, her eyebrows high with expectation. "Is there something else about my birthdate I'm supposed to know?"

This was just another puzzle—deadlier, more personal, but fundamentally the same. "These amounts," she said after several minutes. "They're not random. Look—$847,293. $1,203,847. $673,829. They seem arbitrary, but—" Her fingers flew across the keyboard, pulling up a calculator. "They're dates. Eight forty-seven, two ninety-three—August 4th, 1947, February 9th, 1993. Birth dates." Liam's breath caught. "My grandfather. My father. Those are their birthdays."

His birth year. Beep-beep-beep. ERROR. Sweat pricked at my hairline. "Come on, Leon. Be predictable." I hesitated before typing the next one. I hated even thinking about it even as I had dialed it before. I was just trying to take chances. 0-6-1-2. Sabrina’s birthday. I held my breath. If this opened, I was going to take the deed and then burn the house down out of spite. Beep-beep-beep. ERROR.

"What could the passcode be?" Cassandra tried entering Marc’s birthdate. She clicked her tongue in frustration when it didn’t work. One last chance. "Hmm... could he have used my birthdate?" she guessed. "Whatever, I'll just try it. Who knows, maybe it’s right." With a bit of hesitation, Cassandra entered her six-digit birthdate. She let out a cheer when the indicator light blinked green. Her heart fluttered. This was proof that Marc hadn’t truly forgotten about her. He had even used her birthdate as his apartment code, showing that he always kept her in mind.

Aria stopped, having no idea what he was talking about, and panicked. “Deagan I know this is going to sound stupid and I am sorry, but where are we going?” Deagan was quiet for a moment before speaking again. “Aria, don’t you remember today’s your friend Jonathan’s birthday dinner, you called to remind me this morning.” Aria face-palmed. “Today is Monday, shit, it completely slipped my mind and I’m still at the office.” she rushed to gather her things and scurry out of the office. Glancing at the watch on her hand, she cursed out loud when she realised how little time she had left.

Chris kept overthinking as he starts to mentally list all possible combinations including his parents’ wedding date. He’s about to try putting his parents’ wedding date when he realized and remembered something. If they are hiding something then they wouldn’t put a passcode that is easy to figure out like important dates and such. Chris remembered his younger self asking what is the date engraved in his mother’s wedding ring since he knows that it is not his parents’ wedding date. Her mother smiled and ruffled Chris’ hair, “It is the date when your father and I first met. The date is also engraved in your father’s ring.”

“That’s my birthday.” I have a secret, my mother had told me on my fifteenth birthday, two years ago, days before she’d died, about the day you were born.… “No.” Marcus dropped my hands. “Yes,” I replied. “I was born on October eighteenth. And my mother—” “This isn’t about your mother.” Marcus balled his fingers into fists and stepped back. “Marcus?” I had no idea what was going on here. If George Joe Lachlan had chosen me because of something that had happened the day I was born, that was big. Huge.

I hope she knows I'd do anything for her. I have a secret. I’m pregnant with my best friend’s baby. One drunken night, one missed birth control, and boom, it’s baby time. I’m thrilled but…Mack is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. He’s celebrated my successes and held me during my trials. His family has become my family. If I'm being honest with myself, I've been in love with him for a long time. But if I tell him I'm having his baby, will it ruin everything?