Novel & Cerita Birthday Blackout

The his shoulders sagged and he sighed wearily. “You’d be surprised to know that there aren’t that many event centers that offer 24hr services and that you actually have to make arrangements with them at least a couple of days before the event. I had to enlist the help of a company that just finished handling a BTS themed birthday party and they only answered me because they were all teenagers and they were super pumped from either eating too much cake that gave them a sugar high, drinking way too much caffeine to keep them going for the party they had earlier or because they were high as shit. I think it’s the third one though cause one of the guys kept calling me V and saying how much it w

... I bolted upright in my dorm bed, drenched in sweat. My roommate, Alice Hoyle, hovered over me, her brow furrowed with worry. "Elena, you alright? A nightmare?" I blinked at her familiar freckled face, then scanned the room. It was my college dorm, and I was alive. With doubt in my mind, I grabbed my phone and checked the date. It was 9 a.m., August 13th. On the same day, my dad had orchestrated his "death".

Not when tomorrow is supposed to be special. Not when I finally want to smile again. I never celebrated my birthday since my mum died. My birthdays always felt dark and silent… but this one? I need it. I deserve it. I saw a photoshoot idea on I*******m, all-black outfit, silver bike, wild energy. A woman reborn. Strong. Untouchable. Even if my body feels like collapsing, I will do this. For me. I even shifted my bike delivery to today instead of tomorrow, so I could use it for the shoot.

Gerald Dawson, my brother-in-law, is losing a lot of blood and urgently needs a transfusion. He has a rare blood type, Rh-negative, and Brian Johnson, my wife's first love, happens to be the closest person with the matching blood type. In my past life, I beg Brian to save Gerald. He gets lightheaded after donating his blood, misses a step, and tumbles down the stairs, breaking his neck and dying instantly. Gemma Dawson, my wife, pins his death entirely on me. She takes me bungee jumping on my birthday and directly pushes me off the platform. "Brian suffered so much when he died! You're going to pay it back a hundredfold, Simon!" I have been reborn, and Gemma chooses her first love over me

I was resting trackside with a bottle of water when Ethan texted. He'd sent a photo of his office, captioned: Pulling an all-nighter with investors. Get some rest, babe. Don't worry if the tryout went badly. The sky falls, your husband holds it up. Then came a head-pat sticker. [Plot twist incoming. Right now Mr. Black has booked out the entire Laguna Seca circuit to teach our Daisy how to drift, hand over hand.] [Not just that. He's got a whole crate of fireworks in the trunk to throw Daisy a romantic make-up birthday.]

" Seeing the clear flicker of conflict on her face, I pressed harder, and she finally gave in. But Jared stepped forward from the side and hooked his pinky around hers before cautiously saying, "Naomi happily went to school this morning, Heather. You haven't heard anything about an accident from the school, so why is Miles suddenly asking for money the moment he comes home? "If Naomi's really sick, just cancel the birthday party package. I've never celebrated my birthday before, so I guess it doesn't matter anyway. "Though I've always envied people who throw lively parties to celebrate their birthdays, and this is the first birthday we will be celebrating together, it's fine. I guess I'm jus

Because I already spent— “It's not a question.” He placed a heavy card in my palm. The Blackwood crest was embossed across the front. Inside, elegant handwriting read: Ms. Hart. My sixtieth birthday is apparently this Saturday, although my son informs me that I am not permitted to plan it myself. Therefore, I am planning a family dinner in your honour. A table by the window, my wife's roast recipe and the good wine. Bring your best friend. — A.B. I looked up.

Allis told him, and he got in the back while I took the passenger seat; we headed out for breakfast. Allis and Harry brought me to Dennys. I was excited but sad too; the last time I ate Dennys was with my dad, he took me for my fourteenth birthday, that was the birthday before he died. My birthday is Halloween, which is in the next few months, it's been a struggle. We sat down at a table and ordered our drinks, "So, we need to talk to you," Harry says, "it's about your nightmares." I looked at both of them,

But anyway he managed to lie, he didn't want to stress them with my birthday during this busy time. So then Grace made a chat group called 'Ethan's Birthday' yesterday night, consisting the five of them and started planning how and when to celebrate my birthday. At last they decided to cut cake at Black Swan before we all head back home. Their plan was that they pretend like they forgot my birthday and then they will all leave after saying Bye to me. But they will be waiting at Black Swan with my cake and then Michael would bring me here saying he wants to have an Ice-cream. But as we step into the restaurant, they all surprise me with cake and singing happy birthday. Michael told me everyth

Maybe he would like those too. He pulled back and tucked her hair behind her ear, his fingers playing with the ends. "When’s your birthday?" "It’s already over. Samhain." They both went quiet as they remembered the events of Samhain. It hadn’t been the best of nights. Nicholas looked forlorn as he usually did when he thought of Trish. She traced the sharp edge of his jawline and kissed the corner of his mouth, coaxing him to come back to her. His hazel eyes refocused on her and he sighed. "Your next birthday is too far away. Let me make it up to you. What are you doing during winter break?"