Birthday Letter Novels & Stories

And a card. A birthday card with silver moons drawn on the edges. I had spent thirty full minutes writing the perfect note. Simple words. Just simple words. My fingers had smudged ink a few times before I got it right. I wrote: ‘Ez, You are the best thing that ever happened to me. Thank you for staying. Thank you for breathing. Happy birthday to you—even though the world can’t know us the way we know each other. Stay alive. Stay Ez. Baron.’

"His name is Junior." — No birthday was ever as important as Araceli's. They could always spend their birthdays busy with work, sometimes they even forgot it was their birthday until their spouse reminded them with a spontaneous gift. They would have a birthday dinner, receive a couple of F******k wall posts and tags, presents, texts then call it a day. Araceli loved birthday parties, every single birthday had to be a party. Eric and Leona loved planning their daughter's birthday. Seeing her excited and happy made it all worth it.

After surviving a kidnapping and being diagnosed with severe PTSD, I became the family's top priority. Every sharp object and glass item in the house was removed. The furniture was wrapped in thick foam padding, until not a single hard edge remained. My parents canceled all business trips. News broadcasts and violent movies were banned from the house. To help me feel safe, they even forced my younger brother, who had just earned a full scholarship to a top university, to stay home and keep me company around the clock. Everything changed on the night of my brother's lavish eighteenth-birthday celebration. When fireworks erupted across the sky without warning, I hallucinated instantly and grab

NOAH'S POV Back at the apartment, Liam was still showering while I waited, scrolling through my messages. I saw my mother's message still sitting there — unread. I pursed my lips, stared at it for a while before swiping it open. “What do you want for your birthday dear?” The message read. My birthday? I had forgotten that Leela mentioned it about a week ago. I stared at the message for while, then ignored it and turned off the phone. I should feel bad. I should feel a slight tug at my chest, bitterness on my tongue, instead, I felt nothing.

She was still recovering and so,she promised to make my 21st birthday memorable instead. She has already given me the most memorable gift this year and that is beating cancer. It had been terrifying to imagine losing her before. Ben wasn’t home when I woke up this morning.It kinda slipped my mind to tell him that my birthday was today.I’m sure he has no idea. I pulled my hair into a ponytail preparing to treat this as every other normal day. My phone beeped and it was a text was Alonzo. Lonny;Happy birthday,Maliyah. I grinned and replied.

Lucian retorted. Calista fell silent, remembering she didn't bother unboxing since there were too many to wear. "Have you ever considered sending a card or dropping a subtle hint? People usually celebrate their birthdays or Valentine's Day with loved ones, or at the very least, they make it quite obvious." If Lucian had used any means to remind Calista, she would have known the luxury collection was a gift. Lucian snorted, "You should have caught the hint just by glancing at the marriage certificate."

But then, he doesn't even know it's my birthday, I've never told him so I don't expect him to remember something he doesn't even know. My phone suddenly began buzzing. It was from Sasha. I answered as Lily finished her toast. “Hi, Sasha.” “Happy birthday, Ms Bishop!” Voices shouted in unison from the background. Some of which were familiar so which weren't. “Happy birthday, Miss.” Sasha chuckled. “We wanted to give you a surprise but that'll be until you get back. “How's Atlanta?” Atlanta? Oh. Oh! “Uh…good? I'm back, though. Came back a few days ago.”

Dear Leo, It's been seven years since I met you in the parking lot of our high school and now I share your last name. You're at work right now so I'm writing you a letter for old times sake because it's our two year wedding anniversary today and I thought I'd bring back the thing that put us in each other's lives in the first place - letters. This time, I'm not writing to myself but instead to you because you're my rock. The funny thing to me was how I found you when I wasn't even looking.

11:30pm. 11:45pm. 11:50pm. 11:55pm. And finally, 12am! Immediately jumping to her feet, Emily reached for her phone and without hesitation, her fingers quickly danced around the keypad as she sent him a text message. Emily Stark: Happy birthday, Mr. Giovanni Rueben Nicholas. Emily Stark: Wishing you a fun year ahead! “Wait a minute,” she paused, the second she hit the the send button. “That didn’t sound too much, did it?”

At the bottom of the bag, a folded note rested. His throat tightened as he reached for it, unfolding the paper carefully. The writing had been scratched out with two heavy strokes, but the words beneath were still legible: "Hi Jaxon, it’s me again. Another year, another birthday to celebrate you, and yet, I feel the same excitement as if it were the first. Happy Birthday, Jaxon Waverely. I hope one day, you’ll see how much you mean to me—not just as a brother and a PA, but as something more… as a lover."