The Day You Were Born Book Novels & Stories

"Hmm… do you have something in mind?" "Sure I do" Skye gurgled and smiled. "Okay, say it." "We talked about the worst day of our lives. Now let's talk about the best day of our lives." “Hmm… you first. I'd like to hear from you." “Oh! I have many, but my favorite best day was on my birthday when I turned nine. In the summer of that year, we had good harvests from our fields and we had a good income. My birthday is in November. My parents invited the whole village. We had delicious food and drinks. We danced and laughed. We had a wonderful time! We've never had so many people at home. I also got a bunch of presents. Great gifts. That day I felt so overwhelmed with happiness that I don't remem

“Small. Fierce. Alive.” He held me tighter. “I can’t wait to hear it myself.” That night, while he read in bed, I pulled out my journal and wrote my first letter to the baby. Little one, You don’t know me yet. You don’t know the quiet battles I’ve fought. But I know you. I feel you already. And I want you to know this world wasn’t always kind to me—but I will make sure it is to you. You’re the beginning of everything.

“Daykan my child. I have come briefly to answer your questions. I loved your parents so much and it was not my wish for harm to come to them. All my creations have their parts to play but sometimes, they disappoint me and act for their selfish interests. That was what happened with your parents; I failed them. They were never meant to die at that time or in that matter. I am sorry. I can only be thankful that you were born because you are not a mistake. This world needs you. I know it’s not an easy thing to ask but accept your mateship. Darkness is coming and you will need your beloved in order to defeat it; you’ll need your Naomi. Your parents ask me to tell you that they love you so much.

The book opened itself. On the last page there was only one name. In golden writing. Elio. And the voice said: “When Cael is born, Elio becomes your father.”

Livia's POV: “As a matter of fact, technically, I don't think I was born on this day!” My brain sparked at this sudden realization. I flashed back to the stories my mom used to tell me about the circumstances surrounding my birth, how I had died and was reborn the next day in the Pack's Ephesus. “What do you mean by you weren't? Don't you know the date of your birth?” Adrian's voice was filled with curiosity as he urged me to explain what I meant.

Dear Diary Day 1 Today is officially my first day here after a rough start yesterday. I decided that if I was going to get the best of this world, I might as well have a do over. Alot of strange things and occurrence have happened since I woke up yesterday but the best and most surprising of them all was the fact that Danny was alive and right in front of me. I mean, I could feel her, hear her, touch her and even smell her, it all seems like a dream, given the fact that I had lost Danny forever.

Alizeh: "I always thought ki you'll always be a reserved guy, I will never be able to talk to you besides work, but now you talk to me so much, it really feels good. After a very long time, I got this type of unburdened relationship in which I know that no extra dramas will be there!" With that, we both wished each other good night and our conversation ended that night. The next day it was the 9th of November, the day that will go down in the history of my life as the black day. That is the day of confession when my life was about to change upside down and I didn't realize how emotional it could have been for me.

Anthony said, the last part in a hushed whisper. “How do you feel?” The man asked, not minding the looks on the boy's face that already explained to an extent, how he felt. “Horrible.” “Why is that?” Mr. Yugo asked as he got up from his seat and walked towards the cupboard, deciding to give the boy the book for the day by himself since the boy was already there. “Something different happened yesterday.” “Speak.” Mr. Yugo sat down again. He was holding the book in his hand. This book was different from the rest. It wasn’t old, the cover was red. The title was written in black, “Now that you brought us one.”

Luca strolled up, cradling our baby girl. "Mommy's the best artist in the world." I looked at the newborn in his arms, at my husband, then at the piece behind us—'Reborn.' A phoenix, soaring high, sky on fire behind it. Day one of my real life. No countdowns. Every day? A clean start. Dad, you see me now, right? I finally became who I was meant to be. And him? The guy who counted 760 days? He's history.

By the end of that night, I was carrying Noah. Daniel's response to my pregnancy was a drastic shift. He came home early each evening, joined me for meals and walks, and never missed a single prenatal checkup. For the first time, I allowed myself to believe in the illusion of a family, thinking we might just make this work. But during my fifth month of pregnancy, my grandmother passed away. Grief overwhelmed me, and the strain sent me into premature contractions, landing me in the hospital. Daniel held me close, whispering, "Sophie, don't cry. I'm here for you. I'll stay by your side."