Tom Holland Birthday Novels & Stories

The space between her brows creased as she pulled her hand back and snapped impatiently, "You're out of questions, Mr. Lancaster." "I was asking you." Dominic studied Hannah intently as he repeated gravely, "When is Chloe's birthday?" An odd look flickered in Hannah's eyes, but she hid it just as quickly. "August 25th." Dominic frowned. August 25th, was it? Even if he were to dial back 11 months from the date, it wouldn't change the fact that he and Hannah weren't together then. "I told you, Chloe isn't your daughter. Why do you feed into such wishful thinking?" Hannah asked contemptuously.

Butler Daxton greeted me as I exited the airport terminal. "Good Morning Sir, Thyro. Welcome back." I just nodded and took the key, before I got to the cemetery I passed a flower shop and bought a bunch of flowers. I removed some dry leaves covering daddy's tombstone. Troy Cardinal Madrigal Born on March 28 1970 Died on December 13 20**

Hannah turned away and started to look outside. "When are you turning 20?" He diverted the topic. "In February." She told him. "Zion is having his birthday in 2 weeks." Ravi informed her. "Really." She could not hide her excitement. "Calm down lady." Ravi chuckled, "Wait you didn't know?" Hannah cursed herself, "Actually he is busy with his studies and so am I. We don't have much time to talk." Ravi raised an eyebrow, "You might be busy with your studies but he never does that."

He began to jump around. "How can a five-year-old boy be this good?" Jolene blinked in surprise. "I'll be six in three months. Mother and I will be celebrating our birthdays soon. Buy me cookies!" Dylan said cutely. "When is your birthday, Miss Jolene?" "December 3rd. A boring day to remind me that I'm getting old." Dylan chuckled. "Let's play another match." "I'll beat you this time around." "You bet." Tatiana's phone beeped. It was a message from Kings Entertainment Company. Her eyes widened at the message.

Hellen was fine, just a few scrapes here and there. Tiffany had a quiet birthday a month after her boyfriend's burial. It was her dad, me, Hellen and Jane. Emilio and Hector wanted to join, but I did not think that was a good idea. Having our boyfriends around and not hers was not going to sit well with her. At least that's what I thought. Emilio looked like he wanted to argue when Hellen agreed with me. He was so attached to her it was cute. I noticed that she hardly talks much and keeps to herself.

His voice was low, powerful, and confused. He remembered that Hayden's birthday was on the 13th of April, not today. Avery's blood ran cold at that very instant. She had not wanted to celebrate their birthday because she feared that he would get suspicious. Yet, he had still caught them celebrating in secret. Elliot studied the panicked and anxious expression on Avery's face thoughtfully. "So Hayden's birthday isn't on the 13th of April, but today? And so is Layla's birthday? Do these two kids share the same birthday? Could it be—"

“Happy birthday, Hal!” Jordan threw herself onto her brother, wrapping her arms around his neck as if she was still a baby. Halton laughed. He almost forgot. It’s August 18th. The day his wrecked life started. "It’s dada’s birthday?” Angela asked, tilting her head cutely. Jordan scooped her up in her arms and placed a kiss on her squishy cheek. “Yup! And we gonna celebrate it with some snacks. Right, bro?”

“Day after tomorrow.” “Feast of the Archangels,” Tommy said, nodding. “Christ’s birth date, to boot.” Richard hesitated, his beer wavering at his lips. He lowered the Michelob. “Come again?” “That date,” he said with a sideways glance, “Michelle’s birthday. She shares it with someone famous! It was also the birthday of Jesus Christ, they’re thinking maybe.” “I don’t get it—what’s the punch line? Who is ‘they’?”

Adina’s heart had never been as tender as it is at that moment. Her hand slowly brushed over Harold’s eyebrows, over his eyes, and over his lips. Why hadn’t she noticed that this face resembled Melody’s face a little? “Auntie Adina…” Harold raised his head to look at Adina. His voice was soft and sought out for her attention. Adina looked at him tenderly and asked slowly, “Hal, could you tell me when your birthday is?” “I don’t remember it.” Harold cocked his little head. “Mr. Brown said that my birthday comes when summer arrives. Auntie Adina, are you going to celebrate my birthday with me?”

"Yeah, it's in a couple of weeks. I believe." Avla tilted her head slightly, her curiosity piqued. "Do you know the exact date?" Tanner's shoulders dropped in a subtle shrug. "Not really. I was abandoned when I was a kid. No one really knows why or when. They found me wandering on the road, and I told Gideon I just had a birthday. So we go with that." Avla's heart went out to him, her empathy a steady undercurrent in their conversation. "So, the date we celebrate is just an estimate?"