20th Birthday Party Decorations

Cynthia is a pregnant cheerleader. Her boyfriend ghosted her immediately after she told him the news. Her brother's best friend, the hockey captain Asher, threw a party and invited all of her boyfriend's flings, and they unite to dump him in public. Cynthia said, "Thanks for always being a big brother to me." Asher raised his eyebrow and asked, "Brother? How about your baby’s dad?"

Sapphira's 18th birthday and the mating ball are quickly approaching. She has kept her true identity a secret and managed to keep out of her father's clutches. Will she be able to hide her mysterious past from her future mate? Or will her real identity be exposed?

Stella and I are at a college party and man, it’s so bad ass. This is our first college party and Stella’sm first party ever. Are you having fun, sister? I ask her. Yes, I really am. My sister Stella is your quiet, stay to herself kind of gal. Where I am that loud in your face kind of girl. So, it’s not weird seeing a beer in my hands and dancing my ass off with my friends or my hot as hell boyfriend Jax. What’s weird is seeing my sister with a beer in hand and dancing to the music, getting her freak on with a strange guy. I’m glad my twin is letting her freak fly tonight. We are going to be seniors when school starts and damn; we need to make a name for ourselves. Being the quiet ass bitch is only going to get her picked on. Jax comes up behind me, moving his hips to the music. Want to go upstairs he asks after a minute of grinding against my ass. Um, yes, I do. I say, wiggling my ass against his front. I’m going to go upstairs with Jax for a bit. Do you think you will be okay while I’m gone? I ask Stella. She just gives me a look that says piss off, asshole. I throw up my hands in surrender. Okay, I say, wiggling my brows. Get it, girl. I tell Stella. Stella just smiles at me. Ditto sister, she says, wiggling her fingers at me. I laugh and grab my boyfriend’s hand and drag him upstairs. When we find a room upstairs, I slam Jax against the wall and kiss him fiercely. Damn baby, did you miss me? Jax asks, smiling.

Jayla is an eighteen year old girl in her final year of high school. Tyler is the same age as Jayla, and in his final year of high school, too, only he is a bad boy who goes around sleeping with almost all the girls at school while Jayla is a good girl, a virgin even. On her eighteenth birthday, she bumps into Tyler, and sparks erupt on her skin, making her know that Tyler is her mate. Jayla is overjoyed at finding her mate on her birthday but her joy is cut short when he pushes her to the ground and stalks off like he didn't feel a thing between them. Despite all Jayla's efforts to win Tyler over, he still does not want anything to do with her. Will she give up on their mate bond or will she do anything in her power to get Tyler to acknowledge it? Read on to find out.

On my eighteenth birthday, I met him. The day that was supposed to be my day felt utterly ordinary because of my parents status but fate had other plans . I met the Young Alpha Zayn, He promised to make my birthday memorable and turn my mundane birthday into a night of dreams if I agreed to go with him to his school ball. He kept his promise, The night was filled with memories together but it was short lived when he varnished with no trace leaving me alone in the ball room as a pawn for the other rich kids to play with . Now , Five years later , my destiny was sealed -I am to marry the Alpha of our park, I was going to meet him again after all these years of Admiring and Loving him from afar, He was going to be my husband, it was a dream come true but reality was far from it . Entering his world, I was met with a chilling truth:He turns out to not have a single memory of me except that I was the daughter of the poorest man in the park and the girl he was forced to marry . My marriage with him was a definition of Torment, Harsh reality and his never ending hatred for me , Soon the marriage was over and I was casted aside. I was no longer in love with him but yet my heart was filled with so much hatred for the man that I had loved so much. Years after I left the Marriage, We met again but I was no longer the weak wife he always tampered with and for some reason he no longer had so much hate for me but rather he wanted to remarry.

After discovering that her best friend Megan Francis her fiancèè, Anthony Rhones, at their engagement party, Stevie Carter called it off, never looked back, and disappeared into thin air. Anthony, being the arrogant, cocky, and evil CEO of a company, finds himself swept up in Megan's charm when she begins working for him out of desperation. But their courtship was filled with lies, betrayal, and secrets, for Anthony has a dark past.

George Lansbury (22 February 1859 – 7 May 1940) was a British politician and social reformer who led the Labour Party from 1932 to 1935. Apart from a brief period of ministerial office during the Labour government of 1929–31, he spent his political life campaigning against established authority and vested interests, his main causes being the promotion of social justice, women's rights and world disarmament.

Nicole attends a party with her friends and ended up having an inter course with the young foster son of a billionaire. She finds out weeks later and intended to keep It a secret but unfortunately, one of her friend exposed her and the young billionaire is interested in the unborn baby. To prove his point, he married her despite his parent's disapproval. Nicole has to keep up with being the wife of Damon - one of the youngest billionaires in the country.

Juliet Geautreaux the typical oddball has always been the target of bullies. Unlike the rest of the girls, she dreaded the day she turned 21, convinced she'd be mateless. On her 21st birthday does she finally find her mate or will she be left all alone?

A car accident left my mother-in-law bleeding and desperate for help, but her plea was heartlessly rejected by her own daughter. Even on her deathbed, my mother-in-law's only wish was to see her one last time. However, she was busy staying by her first love's side, euthanizing his dog. "You better stay as far away from me as possible! My mom's perfectly fine!" she shouted before hanging up on me, only to spend the night tangled with her first love in a hotel room. It was not until after the cremation ceremony that she returned—carrying a birthday cake. What greeted her was not a celebration but her mother's funeral. She cried, sobbing uncontrollably, "Mom! You haven't even celebrated my birthday yet! Don't leave me!" I stared at her and pulled the divorce papers from my bag. How fitting. This time, I was leaving too.