Sirius Black Birthday Novels & Stories

The healer's voice successfully snapped Darius out of his funk. "Darius, I found more," she said, handing the man a piece of paper. "It's of vital importance that we find him. He was born on a Black Moon. Those born under the Black Moon are believed to possess unique qualities and characteristics due to the rarity of their lunar alignment. In Jasper's case, it means his powers are beyond what has been witnessed before. There has never been a hybrid born on a Black Moon!" Here she pointed at the paper in his hand again. "Blaise says that his full power will be unlocked on Jasper’s 18th Black Moon."

The next day, Ashley woke up very early. She didn’t forget to kiss Sirius who was still sleeping and get out of bed. Of course after she was satisfied to see the beautiful scenery in the morning. Namely a Greek god sleeping shirtless with muscles and beautiful tattoos. Oh my God! Ashley felt herself turning into a pervert on her birthday. Yes, this was the day she turned exactly eighteen. Sirius was the one who the first to wish her and also gave the first gift. Her first kiss.

she said, 2nd April was her sons' birthday. Director Wang's expression turned sombre as he responded with regret, "Bliss, we can accommodate any other date, but unfortunately, we cannot change April 2nd." Margret's curiosity was piqued, and she asked, "Why not, Director Wang?" He replied without hesitation, "That's Sir Charlie Jnr.'s birthday, and he's a big fan of yours. He wants to celebrate his special day at the tour venue, and we cannot change it. I'm sorry, Bliss, but you'll have to make it work on that day."

It was Rachel’s 28th birthday and she was having the time of her life with her girlfriends who had organized a surprise birthday party for her at The Black Hat. It was a popular nightclub in town which she’d been looking forward to visiting but had never had the opportunity to, so she was delighted to find out that it was the venue of her party. She hadn’t planned anything special for herself for the day, and that was why this unexpected gettogether brought happy tears to her eyes.

Black streamers hung on the walls. A massive three-tiered cake sat in the center of the coffee table. Black and gold. Elegant and beautiful. And stretched across the room above everything was a huge banner. Bold letters impossible to miss. "HAPPY THIRTY-TWO YEARS BIRTHDAY HUBBY" Grayson just stood there. He could not move. Or process what he was seeing. He had completely forgotten it was November 23rd. His birthday. With everything happening, the date had been the absolute last thing on his mind.

Captain Rian’s reply. “Sorry Rian. Force of nature.” Genesis replied with a smile. [Aster walked towards their room. Genesis and Captain Rian also made their way to Chief Vincent’s office.] [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Sewers Square - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:40)]

His parents, John and Sarah, had always been a bit concerned about his voracious sexual appetite, but they chalked it up to typical teenage hormones. Little did they know that Harry's insatiable hunger was about to be fed by the most unexpected source – their best friend and neighbor, Sirius Blackwood. Sirius was a handsome man in his early forties, with a chiseled jaw and a wicked gleam in his eye. He was married to James Blackwood, a successful businessman who was often away on long business trips.

He glanced at the screen, then back at Ivy. "Aren't you going to answer that?" she asked, her voice carrying on the breeze. He silenced the call. "Alexander Blackwood," I said when his voicemail picked up, keeping my voice steady despite the rage and hurt burning inside me. "I'm reminding you that today is my birthday. The dinner with your family begins at eight." I paused. "Don't be late." I ended the call, watching as he slipped his phone back into his pocket with barely a glance. Behind him, Ivy wrapped her arms around his waist, pressing herself against his back.

James's birthday? Who invited such a big shot?!

His own voice saying that the negotiations could not wait. His stomach tightened. “I never came home.” It was not a question. His assistant lowered his eyes. “No, sir.” The office became painfully quiet. Adrian sat down slowly. His assistant continued carefully. “Mrs. Whitmore was discharged on December seventeenth.” December seventeenth. The date sounded familiar. Then realization hit him. His birthday. His eyes widened slightly. “My birthday dinner.” The younger man nodded. “Mrs. Whitmore attended your birthday dinner that same evening.” Memories surfaced one after another.