Stan Marsh Birthday Novels & Stories

Alice asked with her arms folded with a smirk on her face. Jasmine shook her head while getting off the bed, "Where's Tommy?" She wondered while facing the floor, "He didn't forget my birthday, did he?" She continued to wonder before someone suddenly pulled her into a warm hug, "Happy birthday, honey, how does it feel to be eighteen?" The voice of Lauren asked as Jasmine smiled before wrapping her arms around her, "Yeah, Jas, how's it feel to be eighteen?" Scar asked as Lauren pulled away giving Scar a chance to wrap her arm around Jasmine, who blushed, "Now you can go to the club and get wasted," Scar said as the girls giggled, "By the way, Tommy told me to tell you that he's really busy an

I’d avoided a party specifically to escape his suspicion, and here he was, catching us in the act. Ethan watched the panic flicker across my face. So Hayden’s birthday isn't in April. It's today. And Layla is celebrating today too. They share a birth date? Could they be— "Do you have a hobby, Ethan? Why are you auditing our dessert?" Tammy snapped, grabbing the hats off the kids' heads and shoving one onto my head and one onto hers. "It's the anniversary of my friendship with Collins. We're celebrating our bond. Is that against pack law?!"

"I don't follow too closely, but I know the basics. I'm supposed to be a stubborn sex addict who hates change. So, I mean, we can find out if it's true or not if you really want to." "Naughty, " he growled lowly. "You have way too much self-control, so obviously you're not a Taurus. When's your birthday?" Marshall was quiet for a moment and then sighed. "October 31st." I practically jumped out of his lap. "Halloween? Your birthday is on Halloween? That's so cool!" Rolling his eyes, he hugged me back against his chest. "I used to get made fun of as a child for that, believe it or not. I was a demon child, evidently."

As Old Master Taylor was just about to nod, he did not expect a man that was responsible for the guest reception yelled out from the entrance, “Marshal Dennis is here to celebrate Old Master Taylor’s seventieth birthday!” The old man was stunned. He was shocked that a marshal would actually show up to celebrate his birthday when his family was only a third-class aristocratic family?

What is everyone doing here? “Well, this is bloody awkward,” Cathy says, and by the looks on everyone’s faces, I can tell she’s not the only one who feels that way. “Why the hell are we having a party?” Frankly, I’m not sure what any of them are doing here, but I smile at her politely, trying to be a gracious host. “It’s Marco’s birthday, right?” “Yeah, it is. But my brother doesn’t celebrate it. He never celebrates it. His birthday is on the anniversary of his mother’s death. Who wants to have a party on the day their mom died?”

"Stella, nothing is set in stone yet. We haven't even decided on a date." Stella, however, seemed unfazed by his reservations. She revealed her chosen date with a nonchalant air that sent shockwaves through my system. "I've already decided on December 15th." My heart skipped a beat at her words. December 15th—that was my birthday. The coincidence was too striking to be ignored, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of anger and discomfort at the thought of my birthday being usurped for her wedding. Stella, noticing my reaction, was quick to defend herself. "What? I didn’t want to wait too long and risk not fitting into a nice dress."

He said. She chuckled "You'll have to get used to it. My dad's back now, and he won't be letting me come to see you guys as often as before." "Yeah" He smiled ruefully. "So Jason and Cassie's birthday is coming up this Saturday. I want to invite you." Maddie gaped "Hunters have birthdays? I thought you guys were too busy fighting the forces of darkness to care about something as trivial as parties" Ethan laughed "Actually Jason couldn't care less if it was his birthday. This is all proudly sponsored by Cassie."

“But I know everything anyway. I can tell you from memory.” “Okaaay,” Nazar agreed. “I think with your info I can make new documents for you. You share the same last name, right?” “Of course,” the blonde snorted, even a little offended. “We’re Matveevs.” “Alright,” Yartsev wrote it down. “You remember your birth dates?” “Are you kidding? Of course I do!” Masha snapped. “September tenth…” she paused and looked at her brother. Then continued, “That’s Luka’s birthday. And December fourteenth is mine.”

How did he know that it’s my birthday today? “Shouldn’t you guys have a celebration feast prepared?” he asked again, in the same tone, but with a bit of anger in his tone. “Hahahahaha…. You’re right, Alpha Xander. It’s Xyla’s 20th birthday today, but she doesn’t like celebrating her birthdays. You won’t believe it, but she hasn’t celebrated her birthday for years.” Naomi spoke this time with nervous laughter in the beginning.

The room was comfortable but this far from the fire, there was a bit of a draft. “Sorry, your birthday was not exactly special this year.” The rite flashed in my mind, and the bonding with Stella. Special wouldn’t even come close to describing this birthday. Weird, insane, almost deadly. But here I was, alone with Makya watching a fire. That was special, in its own way. “It’s not so bad. But you still own me a birthday wish.”