Walker Scobell Birthday Novels & Stories

"She's been my doctor for 12 years, she's consistent, stubborn, and she never smiles... Not even on her birthday." Tuck fell quiet a moment, as he dwells in his thoughts. Eventually, he asks: "When's her birthday?" "Hm?" Cole was surprised by his question, but answered anyway. "It's January 2nd."

The news of their dismissal had spread quickly, throwing the majority of the workers at Nixon Tech into a state of shock and panic. Elena and Scarlett didn't look back. **** Elena and Scarlett had spent a good hour at Elena's house, reminiscing about their time at Nixon Tech. As they chatted, Scarlett's phone beeped with a new text message. She sighed and read it aloud, "Scarlett, just a reminder that today is my birthday and it will be held at Bliss Club this evening at 7:00 pm, from Grace." Elena raised an eyebrow, "Oh, it's Grace's birthday? I completely forgot."

|Present| From: Megan Adams To: Scarlett Hudson Hey Scar, Hope you're doing okay. Tomorrow's my birthday and mom and Hunter are throwing this huge party for me (it's supposed to be a surprise but you know how sneaky I can be) This is my first birthday in ten years without you and honestly I wish with all my heart that you were here with us.

"I still think it should be cocklong." I slapped my forehead in vexation. "Whatever." He smirked. "So when's your birthday?" "12th July, yours? And get me a gift, a nice one." "30th October. Sure I'll give you red lingerie, you can let me unwrap you as my return gift." I gave him a flat look. "No gifts and no return gifts." "You are a Scorpion." Janice commented, looking up from her phone. He paused, looking at her and nodded. "Um I guess?"

"What?" "It's a red velvet cake. Not your favourite, I know. But it's still cake. Okeke's gone to SaveRite to pick up snacks and cool drinks. It's not much, but it's the best we could do without the school governing body getting a hernia, you know, for using school funds and all." Marybeth gaped at her, utterly puzzled by the last sixty seconds. "It's not my birthday. My birthday is in December." "I know that, Dummy!" Scarlett rolled her eyes. "It's for your bridal shower slash wedding celebration. Smith felt horrible for missing your nuptials—"

For the first time since she arrived, Mei revealed the tenderness she always tries not to show her daughter. Grasping her words, Xander was stupefied. He can't believe he doesn't know Skye's birthday. While everyone was trying to grasp what they just knew, Skye was reflective. "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday" She grins while she turns to Xander. "I turned twenty-eight today" she added with a smile. "Oh, Skye. I'm sorry..." Lexie was utmost embarrassed as she panicked. Lucien has to hug her to calm her.

He hasn't said anything about needing food but I know he appreciates the help. "Hey Skyla, what are you doing for your birthday?" "I don't know, Caeleb. Probably just sitting around. You know my life is pretty boring." "Yeah, it is pretty boring." I stood there with my mouth wide open in shock that he agreed. "Not funny, Caeleb." "Yeah, it was. The look on your face was priceless." "Shut up!" "Come on, miss boring. We have work to do."

Chapter 398 The seconds ticked by. Thinking that Jocelyn was coming over, Skyler wanted to take the chance to introduce Jocelyn to Walter. However, before Jocelyn could arrive, Walter and Snow came over. Walter said, "Skyler, we've eaten the cake, and your birthday is almost over. We have work tomorrow, so Snow and I are leaving." Skyler looked at the clock. It was already eleven o'clock. When he thought that Jocelyn had not come yet, his handsome face darkened, and his voice turned cold. "Then you guys can go now."

A while later, he replied: "I'm on a business trip." A business trip? Just when I asked him to get a health screening? Why now? My doubts grew, like a weed that couldn't be pulled. I tried to reassure myself that he might truly be busy. I'd wait until he returned, and then we could talk about the screening again. But that evening, I saw a photo on his friend's instagram—a picture taken at a bar. Jake's face wasn't visible, but I saw a hand with our matching couple's ring, the one engraved with J&L. It gleamed in the neon lights.

"You can't see me but I'm ripping out my hair at the moment. Okay. How long do we have?" "About fifty minutes now." I shrugged. "Well, let's make this count. Sinclair is the CEO of the Wells company. He's a wall street shark. He's a billionaire or maybe a trillionaire. Who can keep up with these things amiright? His birthday is on the fifteenth of July. You met at a horse race sixteen months ago. Mutual friends...uhm, let me see. Taylor Arnolds; she has an art gallery. Nathaniel Hawthorne. Lucas Armerick. Look, it won't matter. Both of you never talk about people."