Zodiac Sign Dates Novels & Stories

Dana asked. “I just told him about this gathering and he was asking if I was going but I said I wouldn’t go even if someone asked because I have him. He then told me that it’s fine to meet other people just as long as I don’t kiss them or go on a second date with them,” Zofi explained. “Ohh…Billie's one of a kind,” Julia said. “But still, it’s unfair,” Dana said. “Why am unfair and Liz isn’t? She’s got two dates. She’ll walk between two guys,” Zofi said.

“It is fascinating! But to read someone’s chart accurately, we need their date of birth and the exact time they were born. That’s crucial for determining the positions of the planets at the moment of their birth.” Isla nodded, her mind racing. “I know Angelina’s date of birth! It’s March 15, 1985. But I don’t know the exact time she was born.” “That’s fine,” Maria said, her tone reassuring. “I can work with just the date for now. Let’s see what we can find out.”

Then she stood abruptly. Her daughter eyed her with wonder and confusion. “Why you didn’t tell me earlier? How old is he? I thought their tribe was already wiped out?” “He’s ten and eighteen, he would turn nine this coming September,” Blanchett gasped again. Remembering the oracle and the signs. Her daughter was born in May, in a sign of twins. “His sign, my dear, what is his constellation sign?” Puzzled but obedient, she told. “The scale, he is born on the twenty-eighth of September,”

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.

The moment the screen went dark, a piece of my heart went with it. In the past, my birthdays were never quiet. Because my birthday is November 8th and Cassian's is October 28th. I'm a November Scorpio, and he's an October Scorpio. Cassian hated socializing and almost never celebrated his birthday, so from the time I was a teenager, I would drag him into my celebrations. I insisted he blow out the candles and make a wish with me. Gradually, everyone around us assumed the same—we shared a zodiac sign, and we always spent our birthdays together.

"You two make quite a match. Even your zodiac signs and horoscopes are compatible. I'm sure you two will have a happy marriage." "Is that so?" Angela remarked cluelessly. She knew nothing about Julian's personal information. She only found out when he was born when she spotted the date on the form he filled in earlier, and she hadn't had time to think about which zodiac or horoscope sign he was. On the other hand, Julian knew everything there was to know about Angela. "That's right. Leo and Sagittarius do make a great match. Plus, she's an Aquarius Rising. That means we're compatible in every way," he said confidently.

“When’s your birthday?” She blinked. “Why?” “Pact partners share intel,” he said. “Basic stuff.” She hesitated, then said, “July. Cancer.” “Figures,” he muttered. “What’s that supposed to mean?” “Moody. Emotional. Always pretending you’re tougher than you feel.” She glared. “And you? Let me guess. Scorpio?” He smirked. “November. Nailed it.” “Explains everything,” she shot back. Their laughter bounced off the tiles, quiet but real. For the first time in weeks, it didn’t feel like the walls were closing in.

He knew that the others were always being unfair to her, of course he never allowed anything extreme to happen to her, at least during classes. Atarah stood up slowly, there was nothing beautiful about that question anyway. Anyone of these numb skulls could easily read a book or something to get the answer. "The twelve months of a year ranging from January to December all have different affinities when the moon shines out, for example those born on the month of May are regarded as fire wolves or maybe august as lightning wolves......." That was enough, Atarah could proudly sit down and take a rest, avoid being in the spotlight but a foolish grin formed on her face and she continued.

Why me? "What makes you think that I'm powerful and special?" "You're a Zodiante, you have the power of the stars. You're powerful, you can to things other can't." The guy next to me coldly replied. "A what now?" "A Zodiante, like me. You have the power to summon a specific celestial spirit, Goddess Virgo. You must be special for a star to choose a human being like you." I could feel the hatred in his voice. "Why did it choose me?"

I whispered in shock. I heard Caspian clear his throat. “Yeah about that, she fit the description too.” That's too weird. And now I'm starting to think the moon goddess's clues were wrong. “Which of them?” I asked carefully. “For one, she's a Sagittarius. Born November 26th.” I knew it was stupid when Nyla said we were looking for Sagittarius girls! Nobody believed zodiac signs meant anything, right? But I'm willing to put my personal beliefs aside if that helps lift the curse.