Secret Of Birth Date Novels & Stories

"We're going on a very important mission today. If we have to eradicate this evil from the world, someone has to take the steps first. I've decided to step in and one day, I'm sure the world will be a peaceful place as long as a formation is there." My breath hitched. The mission- Is it what I think it is? For years, I tried to connect the dots that associated Mom's murder with the secret case she was working on. I did not realise the severity until today. "Today is 7th September. I remember your birthday is on October the 3rd, darling. I have prepared a big birthday gift for your 18th birthday in advance like you always wanted." I bit my trembling lips as her orbs softened up.

" She yelled out, then lay back down. Today was her eighteenth birthday, but she felt no different. "October!" her father called, giving one hard bang on the door. "Fine, I'm up," October sighed, then rolled out of her bed. "Tuesday October 9, my birthday," October talked to herself as she went over her morning routine. "My name is October Summer, I was born on October 9, 2003. My parents met in college some many years before that--" Her father called again.

“You are devilish, Chelsea! How do you even know my personal life?” I clicked fingers. “Bitch! I own this club… secrets in my hands.” She smiled. “During the wedding, saw something… papers.” I leaned closer. “What?” “His birth date… 1989.” I widened eyes. “For a dad? Stepdad?” She nodded. “Mom is older… 1985… doesn’t make sense because my mum? Samantha Monroe, would never settle for a young dick!” I exhaled. “Mom don’t know, yeah? and George said a thing regarding that?”

Papa suggests, his voice steady despite the chaos around us. "Okay," I respond, determination pushing me forward. I help Dad lean against the cold, hard wall for support as I type in Uncle Joe’s phone number, but it doesn’t work. "It’s not the number," I say, frustration bubbling up. "Try his date of birth," Papa urges a hint of hope in his voice. "Dad, what is his date of birth?" I ask urgency in my tone. Dad hesitates, his brow furrowed as he gathers his thoughts, and finally, he replies, "I think it’s October 23rd, 1960."

I knew that they had been to Rebecca's last night but wasn't it already time to return back. I tried to call her but she was already standing at the door with a quick fast paced breaths like she had ran too much. "She calls yourself your girlfriend when she doesn't know your birthday," I heard Genevieve tell that. I had never given her the clues about my birthday. That was because I never knew when my birthday was. I was too young to remember my own birthday and I was just given the date I was found to my adoptive dad as my birth date.And I always loved that date before.

I was listening to her. “Sweetheart”. This time it was dad speaking. “I think your birth dates are wrong, that's the only thing I can think of. No one has ever changed before their actual birthday date”. I thought for a second that the day we were abandoned, I counted in my head the difference in dates, that means we were already nine days old. But how is this possible? From what I was told we were found by a Massey’s pizza employee as newborns. Someone made a mistake. Is Today our real birthday.

I was hesitant to try his mom's, but it wouldn't hurt to try. I typed in her birthday, but it was wrong as well. "Ellen," I whispered to myself. I quickly grabbed my phone and checked her birthday; it wasn't that difficult to find; I mean, it was on all social media platforms. I typed it in, but it was also wrong. I tried their wedding date, but it didn't also work. I sat on the floor wondering what on earth he could use as his password when it suddenly hit me. I typed in another date, and boom, it opened. He is crazy, Ellen would kill him if she found out he is using my birthday date for his password. I mean, what is he thinking?

he draws out, like I’ve asked the dumbest question ever. “Mine is too,” I say, feeling a thrill run through me. “And I was also born at three minutes past midnight, on the Blood Moon seventeen years ago.” “No way!” His eyes go wide, and then he stills, a bemused expression crossing his face. I’m, trying to process this strange coincidence. My mind flashes back to something my great aunt once told me. “My great aunt was an oracle,” I say, glancing back at Xander. “She used to say that people born on the same day, at the same time, share a soul connection. Something about how their fates are intertwined.”

He rejoiced as he moved forward as if to hug me. "Uhm... sorry, but do I know you?" and how do you know about my family?! "No, but I know everything about you! I know you were born on the 17th of April 2000 and your mom gave natural birth to you. I know you started your period on the 13th of January 2014. I know you have secretly had an attraction towards Taine Mecer since 8th grade. I know you hate most people and wish you could have also died with your family. I know you want to become an astronaut one day. I know you hate the colour pink but love the colour purple. I know you cry whenever you see an animal get hurt. I know that when you concentrate really hard you bite your bottom lip. I

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."