Birthday Letter Novels & Stories

The note was from Sierra. I immediately sent her a message, thanking her for lunch, and promising to enjoy every bit of it. And I did. I didn’t have people go out of their way to do things for me. Sierra was one of the few people in my life who had actually thought to do something special for me. I was so touched. As if that wasn’t enough, I received a letter two hours later. It was my birthday, so I thought it was from Veronica. I had mixed feelings, but I couldn’t dwell on them for long because I had to dash out for a meeting.

"Leslie is like my brother. His parents passed away early—who else would spend his birthday with him if not me? Don't be so petty. If you keep acting like this, I'll get mad!" "You're right. It's only natural for you to be there for him. I'm not mad." Unable to sleep anymore, I got up and went to the bathroom. Katherine grabbed my hand and, with obvious reluctance, pulled out a red string bracelet from her pocket. "Here. Don't sulk anymore. It's your birthday gift. I chose something red to bring you good luck." I looked at the cheap red string and the dangling metal charm swaying with her movement. It felt perfunctory.

“But at least you’re here.” “This time, it wasn’t intentional,” Miles said aggrievedly. “The mail didn’t come on time.” “You have a pen pal?” Chloe asked, arms crossed. “I never tagged you as a refined one.” “You’re receiving letters.” Lily teased, covering her mouth with her hands to hide her laugh. Miles held a hand to his head. “No, it’s your birthday gift. All the way from the city of love.” He handed her a flat, beautifully wrapped package. “To more wonderful years.”

It doesn't matter if he knew or not right? "When is it?" Kyros asked as he looks at me again. Do I really need to tell him? "No need to be shy Lili," Kent said while waiting for me to say my birthday. I'm not even obligated but why do I feel like they're forcing me. What's with them? "December 25." "Woah! Your birthday is on Christmas? That's awesome!" Dusty commented as he shoves food in his mouth. What's awesome with that? "So do you receive a Christmas gift and birthday gift as one?" Huxley asked. I couldn't answer because I don't get it.

John::Tell me my love, Laura::Just guess na, John::You know I'm not very good at guessing things. You best know that. Laura:: Okay then, let me save you the stress, my birthday is coming up this month. Today is the first right? John::What? You mean you were born in July too? Laura::of course. But don't tell me your birth month is also July , because I know yours already. John::what?? You know mine? Who told you? Laura:: Glory did, I was discussing with her some day and she happen to tell me that your birthday is August 12.

My birthday is in four days. My birthday. Just a while ago, I talked with Leonard about getting Xavier to be primary attorney for A&H Pharma. I laughed bitterly. How foolish I was. I didn’t even stop to think if Leonard would live till my birthday. Or if things would be smooth by then. Here we are now. The world is falling to ruin but oh, my birthday is coming up. I went back to Dylan’s contact. Deciding to fuck it all, I sent him a text. Where are you?

Every birthday she grew up with was filled with joy and celebration—a reminder of how grateful they were that their precious daughter had lived another year. Why turn such a meaningful day into something sorrowful? So Lucia said firmly, “Please don’t say things like that to the children. Of course they should be grateful to their mother for giving them life. But birthdays are meant to celebrate their arrival. It’s the most special day of their lives—not a day of suffering.” Alexa hadn’t expected Lucia to challenge her. “I’m their great-grandmother—” Standing nearby, Leonardo interrupted, “Lucia, Mrs. Alexa is an elder. Watch your tone.”

Laura I woke up on my birthday to a text from Chloe that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" in all caps with seventeen exclamation points. I wrote back. "thank you. why are you yelling." "BECAUSE IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY." "you are going to wake up my parents." "GOOD. THEY SHOULD BE AWAKE. IT IS YOUR DAY." I put my phone down. Stared at the ceiling. Eighteen. I did not feel eighteen. I felt the same as yesterday. Same as last week. Same as last month.

Knowing she couldn't alter the stream's time, she decided to spend more quality time with Lizzy during the daytime, given the kindergarten's New Year's break. With a few days left to Lizzy's birthday, Michelle wasn't sure if the workaholic, Mr. Alex Ye, remembered it. So she sent a screenshot of the live stream's date from the document. "Mr. Ye," she texted, "Lizzy's birthday is on December 30th." Alex replied promptly, "Yes, I know." Lizzy's birthday was on December 30th, and Michelle's on February 10th. He was aware of both dates.

He squeezed and rubbed it in return. "Happy birthday. It's not like me to write letters like these cause I often just call and say 'happy birthday'. But the thing is, your birthday is at the end of the year. So I don't know if I would still be alive by then." "What?" Cayden whispers. "Wait..."