Back To My Worst Birthday And Starting Anew Novels & Stories

I moved on and I'll never turn back now. It was just me, myself and I, about whom I cared. I didn't want another love. I left that girl in the junior year. I played music in my phone and danced for an hour to let go of all the fears that restrained me from loving my life. After that I opened my arms and let my weight fall on the bed. I was feeling like the happiest one on this planet. Maybe this was the best day of my life. And another thing it was my birthday now. It was 12:00, 17 June. I felt so contented somehow.

"Birthdays are special. It would be so boring not to celebrate them. Yes, you had three idiots in your life before who ruined everything—but now you're starting over. So, of course, you should have a proper fresh start." Each of their thoughtful words struck a chord with Evan. He agreed with the two of them. Now that he was about to start a new life, he really shouldn't be dwelling on the past. No doubt, his birthdays used to be awful. However, that was all because of Hazel, Roxanne, and Anya. Now, with Sylvie and Estelle by his side, he was certain this time would be completely different. And no matter what, he intended to enjoy this new life to the fullest.

After a while, I pulled back just enough to look at her face. “The best way to move on from loss, is to try to be happy,” I said softly, choosing every word with care. “I lost my parents too, and the only way I survived was by allowing myself moments of happiness, even when it hurt.” She looked at me, uncertain. “So…” I continued, forcing out a small smile. “In two weeks, we are throwing you the best birthday party ever. And you’re going to help me plan it.” Her eyes widened. “Really?”

Alana’s POV It was now Friday and we were back home much to my disappointment. That Italy trip was the best trip of my life, there was a lot of unforgettable memories made and coming back,I feel an energy shift, like things had changed heavily between us. It was only really up from here and it was my birthday in 3 months. In 3 months, I was going to be with Nicholas. After the two more things were ticked off the bucket list, it'd be my birthday. And on my birthday, I'd have my restaurant and I'd get to ice skate again, it would all be perfect. I wasn't butt hurt about our trip ending because he'd asked me to come over to his house because he had a surprise for me. I didn't know what it was b

I just want the flowers to bloom again, a little color to fill me. It was my birthday today. Not that anyone remembered. Not even my mother, who always made sure to celebrate it with me, remembered. I said yes to meet her because I thought that she would try to patch things up or at least sweep the differences we had and light up the candle stuck in the cake and wish me happy birthday. It became our tradition, a tradition that broke today. Today was horrible. She didn’t remember. She called me selfish, and I am. I suppose I have been selfish, a horrible daughter to her. It’s no wonder she wants to live her new life peacefully; she is warning me not to disturb her new peaceful life.

So, we just spent the day just like normal. After that everyone left and I went to a cafe. I thought to myself, "Well I can celebrate my birthday by my own." So, I ordered a small cake and cut it and ate it. I also ordered a coffee and I started looking at a document. I was lost in the document for an hour. It was already 6p.m. so I went back. On my way, my car broke, and I just thought, "What a day!" I called a towing company and looked for a cab but I did not get one so I walked. I just thought I should at least be happy on my own. So, I started looking at the streetlights and the view while walking. But maybe my birthday is always the worst day of the year for me, my heels also broke. I j

I murmured again. She scoffed, pausing as her grip on my hair tightened slightly. “As if that makes it any better! How could you forget your own birthday, for crying out loud?” she snapped. I sucked in a breath, saying nothing. How could I forget? It was simple—because today was the day I lost everything. My parents. My pack. My little Sebastian. Since then, I had never celebrated my birthday. In fact, I forced myself to forget it. And if it weren’t for Father and Mother, I would have forgotten it today as well.

“Please, stop reminding me how beautiful my life was before you.” He widens his eyes and turns his back to me, acting offended. I take a run and jump onto his back, wrapping my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck without choking him. I rest my chin on his right shoulder. “Sorry,” I mumble, “but you know that for me, my birthdays are just one more year spent in total bad luck, and something always happens. But I admit that the last few years have been less unlucky with you.” He barely turns his head toward me. “And thanks that your last years have been less unlucky; a bit of bad luck you’ve passed onto me.”

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY !

Jess listened intently, her expression a mix of empathy and quiet anger on my behalf. We stayed up until the first light of dawn crept through the curtains. Jess let me pour out my feelings, her presence a steady anchor in the storm of my emotions. She was a true blessing, a beacon of unconditional support in my darkest hour. At one point, I rested my head on her shoulder, our shared silence a balm to my aching heart. My eyes were swollen, my head throbbed, and my voice was barely a whisper as I muttered, "It was supposed to be a good day. This has to be my worst birthday ever." Jess tightened her arm around me in a sideways hug, her voice tender yet firm. "Oh, sweetheart, don’t say that. It