Sonic Characters Birthdays Novels & Stories

March 29th, 2011: Tuesday Spring ~~~~~~~~~~ There was still a chill in the air as Tony walked out of the bedroom, fully dressed. When his alarm had gone off, he had just assumed it was another work day until he got out of the shower. That was right, it was his twenty-first birthday today. The owner of the shop, old man Jace, always gave the employees their birthdays off. It was actually mandatory, and the smarmy, old codger would get really upset if someone came into work on their birthday. He was a nice guy, but strange in many ways.

Stars Pov- The present. Tomorrow is my 15th Birthday, I wanted to be excited. But I never had any good memories about my birthday. The Alphas son Cain shared the same birthday as me. We were born the same cold winter night. My birthday is December 10th 2008 to be exact. Cain always had lavish parties gathered by loved ones. Receiving gifts and praise from the whole pack. Frowning, I looked down thinking of what it would have been like with my own family if they were still alive.

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?

August was almost over, Tommy's birthday was on the 30th. A date that she had to dig through his friends because he wouldn't tell her. He doesn't really celebrate his birthday, Charlene decided to organize a surprise party at the cabin for his 20th birthday before he leaves for Goldstone in September.

This is all I need for my birthday now, thanks Justin. I still can't believe you didn't tell me when your birthday was! —When do you want it?— This date: —08/10/17—. “Little baby, you. Marcos is older than you. Then you can call me "Baby". -Certain. Birthday and I haven't talked in a long time. No I dont think so. Justin yawned as he spoke. Go to sleep, my son.

You’d think we’d been friends for years instead of weeks. “My birthday is in a few days. We’ll be celebrating on Saturday afternoon with a little picnic and some cake.” I opened my eyes and focused them on him. “I’d really like you to come.” “Is your birthday on Saturday?” he asked. I sensed a rejection, but did my best to act as if I didn’t feel it coming. “I’m eighteen on Friday, but mom thought Saturday afternoon was the better day for a picnic. Since I was born at 12:10 am, I will have been eighteen for a full day before we celebrate.”

This time, the live comments were completely different from the previous life, when he appeared as the heroic protagonist. "Help. He's so ugly. What the hell." "Ew… I'm logging off to throw up." "Hey, whose pet pig is this?" … From the moment I called Mom, and she told me my birthday, I was certain this world wasn't real. On the phone, she said I was born on June 18th, 2000. That was indeed the birthday listed on my ID, but when I was little, due to a mistake by the local government office, my birthday had been recorded a day early.

“He does, but he never wears birthstone rings.” “I am going to make him wear it.” “Do you know his birthday?” “November 16.” She answered. “14 days from mine.” Alessandro's lips curled up into a smirk. “Didn’t I say you were obsessed with him?” “Stop talking trash.” Sofia retorted, but Alessandro chuckled it off.

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

August 25, 1991 Erik, Henry and Coralis were getting ready to head back to school. “Coralis, I don’t know how I missed that detail when we were filing the paperwork for you, but was your birthday really on August 1st?” said Kief. “Yes, I am now 11,” said Coralis. “Wait wait, DID WE REALLY MISS YOUR BIRTHDAY?” said Erik and Henry at the same time. “Had we known, we would have done something to celebrate it. Why didn’t you tell us?” said Kief.