Vocaloid Birthdays Novels & Stories

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

Latton says while smiling gleefully. Vivian grins faintly, then clears her throat and finally asks the question she's been wanting to know for a long time, "Latton, I'm just curious why don't you celebrate your birthday?" Latton glances at her then says, "I kinda do celebrate it, but not on the exact date of my birthday, and it's always my cousin surprising me before or after March 21. During my birthday I usually just stay at home and let the day pass."

explains Viktor. Everyone is watching me and Aninka is jumping up and down like crazy. So, I just think what day it is today and I find it surprising that she hasn't noticed that three years ago, she didn't celebrate my birthday. "I can't believe it, you're having a birthday!" "Yes, today is December seventh. I'm having a birthday" I whisper as Aninka almost cuts me off, for a hug that might as well break ribs. "Let her breathe, Aninka. You're killing her" Esteban says and she pulls away in annoyance.

* He looked at her expectantly and Genzo also winced, because even he didn't know that *The date is at the beginning of April, although I hope it doesn't come on the 1st* because Keyla knew that someone else had a birthday there *why not on the 1st?* Genzo also looked at her questioningly *Do you think I want our child to have a birthday together with Ryo?* grinning but with wide eyes she looked at Genzo, who immediately understood what she meant *Guys I don't want to complain, but the break is over*

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

I blurt, stepping back from her slightly manic expression. “Happy birthday,” she says, loud enough that half the corridor looks over. “What are you talking about?” I ask, genuinely blank. Sienna blinks like I’ve insulted her ancestors. “Oh my god, Zahra. Today’s April 16th. It’s your birthday.” “Oh. Right.” I manage a smile. Birthdays aren’t exactly a thing at my house. Sienna and Abby are the only ones who ever acknowledge it. She starts singing, “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you,” and I clamp my hand over her mouth.