Sonic Birthdays Novels & Stories

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.

She asked curiously. “It’s a twenty two plus club.” He smirked walking to the bedside table to take his phone. “Oh.” She said speechless but then she remembered another thing. “You are not twenty two yet, at least not until the next three months.” She said with narrowed eyes and he laughed. His birthday was on the first day of January and Olivia was surprised when she was told he had the same birth date with the his father, the don. Which means it is always celebrated as a big occasion in the Jackson’s family.

The day I died in the present was my birthday. "My birthday is on the 9th of May." I said. My father looked at me. "Yesterday is the 9th of May. Your birthday is the same as my daughter's. The gods must've sent you to me." He said happily. From what I read, Nōhime's real birthday wasn't verified. No one knew much about her. I wonder why. "I'll leave you to prepare." He turned on his heel and left. Sato helped me to the bath and scrubbed me.

“I’ll respect that you see it differently than I do.” “Thank you,” he breathed--- before he smiled shyly at me. “So, when is your birthday?” “In September,” I replied. “What day?” “The most famous day of them all!” “September 11th,” he nodded. “Good, then I won’t forget.” “When’s your birthday?” I asked. “The 2nd of May,” he told me, but frowned. “But I hate celebrating my birthday.” “Why?”

he began, a wide grin tugging at his lips, "what are we doing for your nineteenth birthday? It’s exactly seven days away. That’s next week Monday, Sunshine." I looked out the window, watching the morning light hit the pavement. The mention of my birthday sent a tiny, familiar jolt through my chest. Time was ticking. "Xalia’s birthday comes first, Zi," I reminded him, turning my head back toward him. "Her birthday is on Friday." Zion's eyes widened slightly in realization as he braked gently behind a line of cars. "True. Totally forgot for a second. So, what are we planning for it?" I leaned back against the headrest, a small plot already forming in my mind. "I think we should throw her a sur

Clearing my throat softly, I gave Lilian a nervous smile, "You didn't say 18th did you?" "I did. Zoey's birthday is the 18th of October. What's wrong?" "Nothing," I forced a smile, swallowing hard, "nothing at all." Only Everything.

I now realise I have not once seen or heard about Marcus celebrating his birthday. “Leave it, Kitten, don’t even go there.” I look at him confused. I am going there. I want to know. “When is it?” He shakes his head and laughs. “Marcus’ birthday is the 20th of December. Be warned, we tried for over 10 years to get him to celebrate. He goes into hiding at the mention of it.” I wonder why that is?

Leon said, “The actual date.” Angela said, “I remember it’s November 22. I didn’t expect Sunny to be a Scorpio.” Leon smiled. “I don’t know much about zodiac signs, but technically, Sunny isn’t a Scorpio.” Angela’s eyes filled with question marks. Leon said, “November 22 isn’t Sunny’s birth date. It’s her second birthday—the day she came out of the incubator. That’s why Sunny celebrates on her second birthday every year.” Angela thought of how Sunny’s mother passed away on the day Sunny was born.

"Plus, it can be the best way to pay Sinead back by marrying her, it would hurt. Just calm down and wait for her to return and explain. You go to your grandfather and tell him she is the one, and also make this party memorable for you." "Before Jaxon claims your birthday party—" "Is this mic working?" I heard Jaxon's voice from the speakers. "I hereby announce this birthday as mine since the real celebrant doesn't want it anymore because his babe ditched him to perform surgery. As the new birthday boy, I declare the cake all mine! Don't touch my cake or I'll grind you all to flour and bake you into donuts! If you want cake, buy your own ca… Kuc! That's my present so back off!"

“Dad, can you stay and celebrate my birthday with me? This is my first birthday with you. Before, it was always just Mom. Everyone laughed at me for not having a dad…” Adrian bent down and held him tightly. He looked at Sue with eyes filled with tenderness and concern, and said, “I promised I’d celebrate with you, and I’ll keep that promise. No matter what happens today, nothing is more important than Evan’s birthday.” Sue broke into a smile through her tears. “Adrian, thank you.” … Outside the door, Mrs. Zane dared not say another word. As I listened to his voice through the phone, the last bit of strength I had been holding onto finally gave out. My body slid slowly down against the door.