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*Disclaimer* ¬¬¬¬this book involves the use of violence, sexual abuse and strong languages. if any of these topics disturbs you, then this book isn't for you .¬¬¬¬ chapter 1 "Happy birthday world best Mom!" Gina giggled happily as she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck, but her mom slowly pulled down her hands from her neck. "Gina, are you done making dinner?" Gina's mum asked pushing Gina's arm off her body

she strides away. Can my birthday get any better?

I swear this woman reads my mind several times a week. "I'm almost 4!" Nina rushes out proud to almost be another year older. The day she was born was both the worst and best day of my life and despite the girl having to share her birthday with Christmas day she has never complained. Yep... my little girl is a Christmas baby, a Christmas miracle. "That's right, you are." she smiles as she scoops her up and sits her in her lap.

Now, Anna was reading the poem: > “Two free-floating bubbles > rise from the depths of a dream-sea. > A haze of silver mist > dissolves with the breeze. > I, like a child, > clutch at the fading image of you > trying in vain > to drag the illusion back to solid land.” She let out a sigh, then flipped the bookmark to read the other side. > “Anna, this has been the best birthday of my life. —Jun” Her eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise. Kendrick could feel the vinegar practically boiling in his veins.

The girl deserves to be called the b-word. Sighing, I open my mouth to speak. "Shouldn't you be more worried about your boyfriend tonight instead of harassing me? I heard Dior is turning eighteen later this week." Riley sticks her nose into the air. Her eyelashes are fanning in the wind, and her heels are so high she can barely stand. "Dior's birthday is none of your business, fatty—it's not like the moon goddess would pick you as his mate either way. Everyone knows I was born to become his luna! We are meant to be!"

“Thursday, October 20th, 2019. 9:23 AM. I can’t wait for my birthday tomorrow. But at the same time, I hate it. A birthday party with no friends. At least none are mine. I don’t want to admit it, but part of me knows it. I wish there was a way out. A way to taste the life I had before. Maybe that’s my birthday wish. If wishes do come true, then I wish for a re-do. A chance to choose again.” Mia closed the journal, laughing at her pathetic self. She sipped her drink until one sip turned into the full bottle.

"With all of six days and all the manly experience you got from your highschool boyfriend?" She shrugged. "Beats only knowing what a man looks like from biology class." "Hey." I protested. "Sorry sorry. We aren't here to talk about men. Ew. We're here to have fun." She whooped. "It's my freaking birthday." "Yes. It is." In a few days, we'll be celebrating my twentieth birthday in a decidedly different way. Gia was the party girl of our duo and I always indulged her. Dressing up and wearing ankle breaking heels for a night out. She was also down to stay indoors with me binge watching N*****x when I wanted.

"Hang on, angel. I'm coming for you." Author Note: Hey guys, Just the one tonight it's my mum's birthday so it's been a nice but long day… As you know I don’t upload on weekends… But I will make a deal with you all.. For every 10 reviews I get on good reads - [Pippa Moon - Their Secret Obsession] I will upload an extra chapter over the weekend. So if you want more… you know what to do…

I screeched at the ginger girl in front of me It's not like she hasn't seen me in my underwear before *mind shrug* she laughed awkwardly, "Just kidding," she said stiffly "You better be," I muttered turning to walk away "I'm not," she said sheepishly making me huff in annoyance and frustration It was a week before my birthday and my sweet, ever-so-wonderful best friend had just sent out a bunch of birthday invitations to a bunch of Billionaires for my 21st birthday because she saw a video of it on TikTok.

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“