Back To My Worst Birthday And Starting Anew นิยาย & เรื่องราว

* It's my birthday I'ma do what I like I'ma eat what I like I'ma kiss who I like It's my birthday I'ma do what I like I'm wearing what I like I'm at a party tonight Goddamn, it's my birthday Everybody loves me Yeah, yeah, yeah, look at me, gimme money Damn, it's my birthday Everybody loves me Nah, I ain't thinkin' 'bout you It's my birthday...... * [ A/N: Was the chapter fun to read, guys? ]

Do It Again - Pia Mia 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Happy? Of course. Be grateful? I am more than thankful that this is the most beautiful gift in my life. This is the most memorable birthday in my last 24 years of life. Moved? If I can, roll around. I would roll around crying, laughing, screaming as loud as I could. I want to get all my emotions out.

Alden took a drag from his cigarette and asked skeptically, "Since when did you go from handling firearms to crafting charms?" "I've been making werewolf protection charms since I was a pup. Repairing one for my daughter isn't that hard." Alden smirked. "Carly's 18 years old now. Does she really still need that dainty pink protection charm? It's meant for pups." "No matter how old she gets, she'll always be my little pup." Dad stood and straightened his sleeves. "She lost her home when she was young, and then her mom, whom she loved most. As her dad, I've already failed her enough."

“Alright, sweetheart. Whatever makes you happy. This day should be about you.” I was grateful for her sensitivity. As the birthday drew closer—only three days away now—I felt a mix of nervousness and quiet excitement. This celebration wouldn’t be about the past or the boy I had loved so fiercely. It would be about the new version of myself I was still discovering. The energetic Aurora who laughed with her friends, focused on her future, and chose to heal instead of staying broken.

She told me she was going to replenish my soul. I snorted. Adults wouldn't choose just one option. "I want both of them!" I thought I had finally left the past behind and started a new life. However, Frankie showed up much sooner than I expected. When I saw him outside the club entrance, I almost didn't recognize him. The confident man I once knew seemed to have aged overnight. The spark he used to carry was gone. When he saw me walking toward him, his eyes lit up, and he quickly approached me.

" Me too. Years have passed but we still hold onto the memories. Sometimes those memories are what makes me believe that I can still have that moment to laugh, to enjoy or simply smile. I don't know if I'm making any sense or just blabbering." " No, no. You are making total sense." We fall into yet another round of silence, but I dont mind. It's comfortable. " Sweetheart, lets celebrate your birthday this time." " Dad you know my answer to that." " But Roman is back now and you have every reason to celebrate." " Him being back is the best thing that has ever happened to me, but there are many more reasons to not do it. And you know my biggest one." " I should have -"

I also felt bad for being relieved at the expense of Caleb's problem. "Something bad happened on his birthday?" There was a faraway look in his eyes as he watched his friend. "Yeah." I remembered my birthday five years ago, when I'd been humiliated and then served divorce papers. I no longer celebrated my birthdays. I sat with him, and we watched Caleb as he drunkenly interacted with people in the VIP area. I wondered what traumatic event had happened on his birthday that made him want to forget. Whatever it was, I realized I had something in common with him. We both despised the day we were born.

Back to the moment when I began to hate myself as a child and disgust myself as a person. I had fought so hard to forget this day, yet today I had been reminded of it. Anger bubbled inside of me and marched toward the stupid birthday cake and banner to tear them off when the first gunshot went off. Several screams followed. Of course, nothing ever went well on Amber’s Scotland birthday.

I answer. “When is your birthday?” “September twenty-second. What about yours?” “Mine’s in January, on the twelfth. I’m not really a birthday person” she says sadly. “I see, any reason why?” I ask She shakes her head “not really” she sighs loudly “My birthdays now remind me of my first awful night I was auctioned” Shit! “I’m sorry Em” I say I didn’t mean to stir up hurtful memories. “Let’s change your date of birth”

He muttered in complaint, tossed it aside, and took out his phone to start playing games instead. I could feel the warm sunlight bathing my skin, smell the scent of roses filling the air, and taste the strawberries that were at their peak of sweetness. I leaned against Mamma's shoulder as I listened to the bickering between Papa and Dario and the waves crashing in the bay far off. I was suddenly reminded of the birthday wish I had made during my 17th birthday before blowing out the candles. It had already come true—I had finally become myself. I did the things I enjoyed and loved the people I wanted to love, and every day felt grounded and bright. I, Viviana Moretti, had finally found my way