Secret Of Birth Date Novels & Stories

Aoki Kosner's face blushed with nervousness when she heard Kiran York ask for her birth date and time. "Hurry up and give it to me," Kiran urged. Seeing Kiran's urgency, Aoki quickly took out a piece of paper with her birth date and time and handed it to him. Kiran was surprised that Aoki carried her birth details written on paper. It seemed odd to him. When he saw her birth date and time, he was stunned. Aoki was 22 years old this year, born on February 22nd, at 22:22. All the numbers coincidentally were twos.

My voice was cold as ice. “Sean, it’s over between us. From now on, we’re done. I’ll say it one last time: the child died the day Quinn gave birth. He died because of his cold-hearted father. If you’d taken me to the hospital that day, maybe he could have lived… but that’s impossible now.” I took out my phone and pushed it toward him. The screen showed a photo of the baby’s gravestone. Seeing the gravestone, Sean fell apart. Tears streamed down his face as he begged me in a trembling voice.

, Ethan asks. " Nothing.", I shake my head. I don't know how long I can hide this from him. What if he somehow finds out my birthday is on June 7 ? Then what will happen ? I'll have to say all the truths. I can't even imagine how shocked he will be when he knows his Mom and sister isn't actually his Mom and sister. I shouldn't let him find out. He shouldn't see my birthdate anywhere. I should be extremely careful. But why does my mind says, he will soon find out ? I feel scared.

He answered me. " Why? Was work hard?" He asked when I didn't respond. Dad! What Happened. I took a deep breath before seating next to him. " No it wasn't hard" I responded. " Let's go home,I'm starving" he said. " Dad? Do you know what day it is today? " I asked. " It your birthday soon. Dad when is your birthday?" I asked to see if he'd really forgotten everything. He frowns. " I'm hungry" he said and smiled.

You could be onto something, babe. I glanced over the girls' missing reports again, and my eyes were automatically drawn to their birthdates .6,7...4,9...2,11...5,8...3,10...12,1...7,6... My respiratory rate accelerated, and my stomach twisted into a knot when I discovered the clue. Holy shit, all seven girls' birth months and days, all add up to the number thirteen!

The more I compared dates, the more unsettled I became. I stood up and began pacing again, but this time with purpose. If the code to that locked room was not based on something publicly celebrated, then it might be based on something privately feared. Perhaps the year everything began. Perhaps the year of Jack’s birth. A four-digit number would be simple and practical. I had tried combinations of days and months, but I had not tried just the birth year alone. Margaret did not strike me as sentimental; she struck me as calculating. A year would be easy to remember and difficult for outsiders to guess without context.

I pressed 1109 for my own birthday, then 0303 for his business start date; each time the keypad beeped a dull, negative tone and the lock stayed shut. I tried combinations: 19730629, 11111980, 01011990………but they all failed. My breath shallow, I rubbed the pad of my thumb over the digits, feeling the faint grease of a lifetime. . I paused, head tilted, and thought of dates that mattered more than birthdays or anniversaries. The date my mother had died had lodged into me like a splinter……..how could it not? I’d avoided it, pushed it around in my head like an ache. The date was April 14, 2007. I inhaled, steadied my hand, and typed 04142007.

But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse. It sucked that this was the way I got to find out her birth date even though I was meaning to find out these little things from her on our next date. I took a deep breath to stave off my frustration. “And what other boxes did she fill?” “She was born at 3:00 AM and she is the eldest daughter.” “But she doesn't fit the remaining four descriptions.” He pinned me with a look that said ‘dude, seriously?’

I searched my memory to remember the exact date. Nothing. I adjusted the cuffs of my suit and walked to the secretaries' desk. "By the way," I said, leaning on the wall, "when is Selene's birthday again?" The secretary blinked at me, her expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. "Uh... excuse me, sir?" I levelled my gaze at her. "Selene. My wife. When is her birthday?" She hesitated, then nodded. "Give me a second, sir." Her fingers slid over the keyboard. "It's... in three days, sir."

"The hologram is accurate." "I know. But the date of birth. It says today." Cale frowned. He pulled his wallet out of his back pocket. He checked the ID. DOB: November 12, 1990. "Today is November 12th," Cale said. "Exactly. It's your birthday. Technically." "It is a fabricated data point," Cale said. "I was not born on November 12th. I do not know when I was born. Or if I was born."