Twin Flame Birthday Novels & Stories

“I know. I can see you. It’s hard to believe it, much less suffer the fact you can’t control it.” “Like a monster I can’t keep inside.” I feel her hand caress my cheek. “It’s not going to be a monster for long. You will learn to control it.” I stare at her, feel her close to me, feel the touch of her hand on my skin. “You talk and feel the same.” “As the woman in your dream.” You are her. But I don’t say that. Instead, I say, “Yes.” “I believe you. Twin flames can’t help being honest to each other, especially in vulnerable moments.”

He takes my hand and we both turn to the artwork, neither of us thinks of the painting. "When even is your birthday?" I ask with the icy shock that I don't know, "February 29th." He says looking over to me, excited I say, "Our birthdays are so close! Mine is on the 19th of February." He thinks for a moment and smiles, "Our birthdays being close is clearly a sign, we should stay close, like our birthdays." I chuckle at his logic and conclusion, with a nod and a hand's squeeze I show how I agree with him. We should definitely stay close forever.

But I did. I remember the day when everything changed for her. Her and Elara's twelfth birthday. The day she thinks she failed. It was supposed to be a celebration, but it ended up being her worst nightmare. Elara became the light, the perfect future Luna, the one everyone adored. But Isla... she couldn't transform. It wasn't something unheard of. Years of loneliness could have done that to her. Or maybe she was just a late bloomer. But they didn't spare her. Not even her own family. She became the cursed twin after that.

And since he and I are mated to twins, I can expect that we’ll be doing a lot of birthdays together for the rest of our lives. “You’re calling about our mates’ birthdays?” he asks by way of greeting. “You got it. It needs to be special and they need to have something together,” I say. “What about their Luna ceremonies?” “I thought we’d plan them for the weekend after their birthday.” “They’ll want to be there for the other. We should plan to have their ceremonies on different nights.” “Agreed. I’m planning to mark Malin on her birthday,” I tell him. “Same,” he says.

Rein was avoiding my eye somehow, which was quite strange but I wouldn’t look any further to avoid the suspicious looks, Erica and Mrs. Jackson could give me. I dug in straight into the appealing scrambled eggs before me. “You know, Layla's birthday is in about two weeks. The 12th precisely and I want her to have the best birthday ever. My baby will soon be turning 20 and it will be cool to celebrate her in a grand style.” Mrs. Jackson said with enthusiasm and I remembered that Erica's and i's birthday will also be upcoming, very soon.

Turning to look at him, I kiss him hard and when he looks at me with a surprised smile, I roll my eyes. "Happy Birthday, Miguel Angel." "Fuck, that's today?" 11th of May. I snicker "Only you are capable of forgetting your birthday." He shrugs "Not important. As long as I remember yours. The seventh of September. I should have that tattooed somewhere discreet, don't you think?" My heart turns to mush, but I swat his arm "Your birthday is important." "Who celebrates their nineteenth birthday?" "Oh my God, you can't seriously mean that."

I wanted so much to tell him that i was his father, but Rose would kill me for that. “My birthday is on Saturday." I scoffed. I was so surprised that Rose hadn't told me, but then again, she didn't even want to see me. I went to check the calendar, to see the date. August 12th. “Jason, we have the same birthdays!" I told him, after seeing that Zayne had circled that date so many times on my calendar, and had written "‘Remember, it's your birthday.' He clapped his hands and laughed. He really was a blessing to me.

Leon said, “The actual date.” Angela said, “I remember it’s November 22. I didn’t expect Sunny to be a Scorpio.” Leon smiled. “I don’t know much about zodiac signs, but technically, Sunny isn’t a Scorpio.” Angela’s eyes filled with question marks. Leon said, “November 22 isn’t Sunny’s birth date. It’s her second birthday—the day she came out of the incubator. That’s why Sunny celebrates on her second birthday every year.” Angela thought of how Sunny’s mother passed away on the day Sunny was born.

I replied with a hint of sadness in my voice “Today was the boys’ birthday?” “Oh my God really. It completely escaped my mind” Wow. He forgot “Wish them a happy birthday on their behalf. I'll send them a gift okay?” *Jacob, whe…when is my birthday? Do you still remember?” “Uhhh..Hazel it's really foggy. Uhmm November 24th?” “Jacob?” I called him tears almost escaping from my eyes “ You forgot, it's August 2nd” Maybe I'm just bad with men in general

I say, feeling a twinge in my chest since I’ve never really been fond of birthdays — they’re just reminders of a past I’d rather forget. What happened between Sky and me ten years ago actually happened on my birthday. So every year when that day approaches, no matter how hard I try to bury it, it resurfaces and haunts me. And my sister’s constant reminders don’t make it any easier. “Mine’s in September. September fourth,” Carmen says in the silence, then adds, “Carl’s is in December.” I fight the urge to glance at him just as Carmen asks further, “So, what do you do for a living?”