When Is J Hope's Birthday Novels & Stories

he murmurs ashamedly. “You should feel bad for that, that was incredibly creepy,” I say matter-of-factly. He nods, “I have learned my lesson. To answer your question, I’m thirty-three. My birthday is June sixth. In case you were wondering,” he says with a playful smirk. “Noted. I’m twenty-eight, if you were wondering and my birthday is October thirty-first.” “Your birthday is on Halloween?” he asks with surprise. “No way!” “That was never an issue until I moved here,” I sigh.

I made coffee. Luca was already there. He was smiling. He asked if I had looked at the calendar. I said no. He said it was Hope's birthday. She was two. I had forgotten. I started crying. Luca held me. Eli came into the kitchen. He asked what was wrong. I said I forgot Hope's birthday. Eli said it was okay. We would celebrate. We made cupcakes. Luca decorated. Eli lit candles. Hope woke. We sang to her.

It was easier to pretend they weren’t there. Jaxon had asked that no one saw him at all, so no one had been in his office since morning. Not even Isla. He couldn’t wait for the day to be over so he could forget it ever happened. For Jaxon, birthdays weren’t a cause for celebration. They hadn’t been for years. A terrible accident on this same day, two decade ago, had turned what should have been a joyous occasion into a painful reminder of terror. Very few people knew it was his birthday. He kept it that way intentionally—his birthdate was nowhere to be found on the company’s website, and none of his employees knew. To everyone else, it was just another ordinary day. That’s exactly how he wan

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."

“Okay, so we’ll give him some time to calm down. Maybe if you could heal your legs, he might be willing?” “Yeah, but I don’t know how. I was trying before I fell asleep earlier. By the way, what day is it?” “16th March 2011.” “Oh my! It’s really two years after and my birthday is in a few weeks.” “Really? What day?” “2nd April. I’ll be sixteen.” “A good year to celebrate!” “Yeah…” It is a good year to celebrate but what really am I celebrating? Mom’s not here anymore, no one knows who her killer is and I haven’t even made any progress in my life. No prom or…

I thought about the age that Joseph told me before. "Joseph is 25 years old," I said, and Ethan laughed aloud as he clutched his stomach to stop himself from laughing, still seated in his car's driver's seat. "You are very funny, Amaka. Joseph is going to be 30 years old this week. I think tomorrow is his birthday," Ethan said, taking out his phone and peering at the calendar. "Really?" I looked at the calendar in shock, and truly Joseph's birthday was the next day, November 18.

The name showed Ryan Welsh with a date engraved five years back in winter. Jim himself came to know him around four years ago and obviously Jordan was the one who brought him to Ryan. And now he had a file of him which pretty much looked like a detailed life history of his. Starting from his date of birth, which Ryan never mentioned before, Sept 7th. Now he can give him a surprise party, Jim giggled.

"I thought you might want to see how we celebrate ours." She leaned in a fraction of an inch. "And I also wonder, when is your actual birthday?" "Oh, I would love to come," I said. A small spark of excitement hit my chest. "My birthday is next year, on the day of the winter ball," I said. I stopped, thinking about the calendar back home. "Wait," Jethro said. He stood up so fast his chair scraped loudly against the stone floor. "Your birthday has already passed this year?" "Yes," I said, blinking at him.

Nate decided to change the subject by asking Amanda if I'd informed her about the birthday card for Hope. "What birthday card?" She looked from me to Nate, and my whole body stiffened. It's not that I didn't want to tell her, I just hadn't had chance, and I don't know how I felt talking about it with Hope in the next room. "Daisy?" She pressed. "I had a card for Hopes birthday, and there was a Daisy in it" I shrugged, trying to pretend it was nothing. "A Daisy?" She questioned, confused. "Robert always used to buy me daisies. Hopes birthday, and the day she was born." I clarified. I saw Jack look nervous from across the table, he probably had no clue what was happening.

"So where are we going? Do you want to forcefully take anymore of my blood." "No, we got what we needed the first time," Jasper said. "And what was that?" "Nice try," Jasper smirked. "Daisy, when is your birthday?" "It comforts me slightly that you don't already know," I murmured. "Why do you care?" "I ask the questions, Daisy," Jasper said. "1st September," I sighed. "Year?" "2000." "Are you sure?" "Do you think I'm stupid?" I said and arched an eyebrow. "I know my damn birthday."