Sirius Black Birthday Novels & Stories

Carol teased her. “Titus Black is the only one who can request for a custom-made one. Other people don’t get that honor.” Myka still did her best to deny there being anything romantic between her and Sirius. “Besides, how could I possibly like Sirius? If I really started dating Sirius, things would become really awkward for me if you broke up with Titus Black.” “You don’t have to feel awkward about it. If you like him, go for it. You don’t have to worry about me.”

As I sat, he also took his seat. We ate while talking to each other, knowing ourselves even more. I started to ask him what his favorite color is. "Black," he answered. "But that is not a color, that's a shadow," I said to him. "It's still a color." Okay then. "How about your birthday?" I asked next. "This month." This month? Wow, we were born in the same month. "Really? When?" I asked again. "February 20." My eyes widened a bit. February 20 is my birthday too. What a great coincidence.

Vic says. "29th of June," Wren speaks and it hits me. "Oh no," I whisper to myself knowing that Vic and I would be back to the mystery solving. "What's wrong?" Kyrah asks, moving closer to where I am. "It's my birthday on the first of next month! July! Oh my God! It wasn't even in my mind." I face palm myself "Plus, we have one day. One fucking day and that's just tomorrow and the very devastating journey that we paused earlier, will continue. It's already in my head." I cringe when a large letter 'S' crosses my mind.

Tim was interested in the discussion and he chipped in, “Since this year's celebration is on Sunday, you can end it on Monday with your birthday.” “Yes, Secretary. He is right,” the clerk pressed on. “No, he is not right. Monday is the 17th, and my birthday is the 15th.” “It doesn't matter,” the clerk argued and Tim was mute. “It matters. How can I celebrate after the date?” He allowed them to argue while he amused himself. One remarkable thing about her is that she was related to the clerk as though he was in her class. When they could not reach a consensus, the clerk faced him and asked, “Sir, is she the first person to postpone a birthday celebration?”

Zoey looked back at Sebastian with a confused expression. "Huh? What do you mean? Where?" Zoey asked after putting the last piece of her tiramisu cake over her mouth. Afterwards, she wiped her lips with a napkin and Dionysus couldn't remove his gaze from that scene. "Do you know it's Dionysus' birthday next week, February six, Tuesday? He's turning thirty eight. Yey."

she mumbled and typed his full name, which Vidhant had told her. “Soren Rafael Blackthorn,” Saraya typed, but nothing showed. She huffed and kept the cell phone aside. She realized Raf had said, It’s Rafael Blackthorn only. Saraya picked up the cell phone again and typed Rafael Blackthorn. Rafael Blackthorn, age 25. CEO of Blackthorn Incorporations. He took over the business when he was just 21 years old and became one of the youngest CEOs. Nobody knows how he looks because rarely has anyone seen his clear face.

I am Aniston Black now…not Powells or Stillblood but a freaking Black! Who says there is no God?

Kitty just nodded blindly, trying to take in all the information, so Erebus just went on: "You have been registered under the couple that died last month ever since you were born, and because there's only about three months before your 18th birthday, I persuaded the personnel to give it a pass and brought your birthday forward for 3 months, we can change it back later if you want to keep your true birthday on there." "O-okay..." Kitty blinked blankly. "By the way, when's your birthday? Is the record correct?" Erebus asked casually. "Well, December 24th, actually. I always loved Christmas when I was--" Kitty shrugged and avoided his eyes when her sentence suddenly broke.

“What, my 25th birthday? Is it really necessary to celebrate my birthday?” I asked, frowning slightly as I looked at Sasha. It had been a long time since I had celebrated anything like that, and the idea of turning it into something grand felt excessive, almost unfamiliar. Sasha did not seem surprised by my reaction. She exchanged a brief glance with Leonard before stepping closer, her expression calm but firm. “Well… It is not just about your birthday,” she explained gently. “This is the perfect opportunity to organize a gala dinner. You can gather your business partners, strengthen your connections, and at the same time make your official public appearance as Sierra Smith.”

Mr. Blackwood sat on a soft plush cushion in his Home office, his gaze locked on the large wall clock as its hands moved slowly upwards. It was the eve of his birthday, a few minutes to twelve noon. Mr. Blackwood in recent years had formed a habit of staying up till the first minute of his birthday, he believed that it was negative to start a new year of your life asleep, he needed to be awake when the clock strikes twelve.