Tmnt Birthdays Novels & Stories

I’ll be back. Be ready when I return. T-Murek said those last words to him before he left. Kevin’s twenty-fifth birthday was in a week. He knew he was going to be seeing T-Murek a lot more often now the deadline was fast approaching. Only a few days were left for his birthday—a few days before T-Murek would finally show up to end his life in the most torturing way. The thought of this made him sweat. He did not want to die, at least not in that way.

"Mr. Shore said we're celebrating Mom's birthday tomorrow. He's taking me and Shannon to make her a cake!" Timothy felt a jolt of shock and hurriedly opened his calendar. His finger slid quickly down the dates until it reached the 17th on the calendar, and then it froze. That was when he remembered why they were going to celebrate my birthday tomorrow.

"So, a little birdie told me something." I knew who it was. I knew what it was. "Who told you what?" I asked anyway. "We may be bad people for not knowing your birthday before this but Lauretta told Rowan, who told me that your birthday is very close." "You're not bad people. I don't know about your birthday as well. We just never talked about it." "July 19th." They chorused and I nodded my head. "Anyway, what would you like to do on your birthday? Any special requests?"

He asked with interest. “Umm, in three months. My birthday is in March. A twenty first birthday is usually a big celebration, at least in Bluebay town it always has been”. “Well, if you’re still here by March, we’ll have to have a celebration then”. Del proposed and I smiled in thanks of his offer. “Now that we will definitely do”. Talon agreed. “No, honestly, it’s ok, I’ve never liked a lot of fuss on my birthdays anyway”. I tried to insist.

However, when she saw her lawyer remain silent, she relaxed a little. "May I ask, when is Ms. Felton’s birthday?" "July sixteenth." "July 16th..." Geovanni chewed on these words and suddenly asked, "On February 19th, you posted 'Happy birthday to myself'. Miss Felton, even if you celebrate your birthday twice a year, the dates on the lunar calendar and the Gregorian calendar shouldn't be five months apart, right?" Alex's face changed. February 19th was not her birthday, but Yamilet's.

he teased. “Wait, what?” she exclaimed in surprise. “Your birthday is coming up? How come you never told me? When is it?” “I thought I did. My birthday is next Friday, and my mom is throwing a party for me,” Kaiden answered. “No,” Kailani muttered. “Next Friday is the 23rd of March, right?” she asked, amused. “Yeah.” “What? That means our birthday is on the same day. OMG! I can’t believe this,” she said, her mood lifting.

“But whose?” “Good question,” I agreed. I took a deep breath and thought about what I knew concerning the facility and the Ternion in general before I started thinking out loud. “Well, I’m guessing October and March are probably right. Because no other numbers really sound like zero or three.” I pointed to the numbers I was referring to on the paper. “So… who has birthdays in October and March that would have anything at all to do with this place?” Dax offered a few names of people he had met. “Aaron? Your sister?”

He lowered his voice, hoping his mate wouldn’t hear it. Sab was momentarily stunned, but she smirked after a while. “You don’t know?” “Do you?” Jared ignored her teasing tone and asked again. “April 13th.” “Are you sure?” She snorted at his disbelief. “Quite sure.” “You didn’t confuse it with the other girl, right?” Sab rolled her eyes at him. “Hana’s birthday is in August. Leo’s is on December 5th. Ren’s is December 21st. Gareth’s is April 29th.”

For a large wolf he really was very fast too and surprisingly agile. “Got some time before yours huh?” Mitchell said from a few steps away. His birthday wasn’t until late January, and with mine being in March, we both had some time to go before really joining in on all things werewolf. Most higher ranked wolves turned on their 17th birthday, with most Omegas turning by their 18th. “Yeah, it’ll be here before we know it though,” I replied, more for him than me.

“… This baby is due.” “Around March twentieth.” “Oh. Really?” “Yeah. Give or take a week. Due weeks are the new due days, I’ve been told.” “March twentieth. That’s a good date.” “It’s close to my birthday,” he says and it hits me that I don’t even know when his birthday is. I’ve known Jim for years, but I don’t really know him. “When is your birthday?” “March seventeenth,” he answers. “Mine is—” “December first,” he finishes. “I remember.”