Birthday Letter Novels & Stories

she thought silently as she walked out. Just before she could reach the entrance, she bumped into someone and a briefcase fell down. “Bitch! Can't you watch where you are going!?,” Sonia looked up as soon as she heard the person's voice. It's Barry. He bent down and picked up his suitcase. Before she could say anything, he spoke,“ I hope you got the letter bitch. Don't ever come back to this company ever again. I know you can't survive without this company.” She swallowed the apology that was about to come out from her mouth and looked at him angrily. “I can do without this goddamn company!,” she replied angrily.

It was from Leonard. "Hey, beautiful," the message read. "Thanks for the birthday gift. You are the best." Daniella read the message and smiled, feeling satisfied and excited. Tomorrow she will be going, and they will spend it together.

She couldn't even get a doctor's certificate. Louis's tyranny was genuinely harsh. "Boom—" A sudden sound echoed in the bedroom as the phone on the table vibrated. The sound of fireworks rang out from the phone, sounding very real. Lalisa reached out to pick up the phone, and the screen displayed animated fireworks images. In the middle of the fireworks was something resembling a rainbow, slowly revealing the words: "Owner, today is your 24th birthday. Is the cake ready? Let's celebrate together." It was an automatic reminder app on the phone.

I open the email and gasp at the subject: "A birthday present for my little leaf." "A birthday gift?" I gasp, as I suddenly recall that it's my chosen birthday today, a date Mama had chosen for me since I couldn't remember my real birth date. Even after I left Mama's home, Roy never forgot to wish me on this day. I smile, feeling emotional, as I open the file, only to realise It's a recording. I frown while connecting my Bluetooth to the phone and listen, only to be left shaken with wide eyes.

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

This day should be a happy and special day because it's my day, my birthday but I feel so sad and hallow inside me. Next on the list of events for tonight is the thirteen gifts, Mom sent an invitation for my birthday and it was written on the invitation that my thirteen gifts will depend on who is the first thirteen person to volunteer, I have no idea who are those people because almost all of our guests have a gift for me.

Whitmore. It wasn’t a birthday gift, at least not intentionally. It was a ritual. For the past eight years, without fail, Senior Mr. Whitmore has sent me a book on the 25th of every month (my birthday falls on October 25th). Always something new. Always something thoughtful. I hadn’t needed to buy a book for myself in years.

Dear Max, I'm sorry I haven't been writing to you for a while. It's been really busy, and I didn't think you would want to read about my boring life. Anyway, I know it's your birthday in a couple of weeks, and I didn't think my letter would get to you on time if I wrote it next week, so I thought I would do it now, and then you would also receive your birthday card to open on the day if you chose to. If not, it's okay; I won't be offended.

Leon I rolled out of bed a minute before my alarm rang by 5. I'd been awake long before that thinking about so many things but most especially the fact that today was my birthday and I was supposed to be in Mercia celebrating with my parents. They'd sent their gifts but I'd left them unopened in my home office just like I'd left their messages on read. Maybe I was just giving myself unnecessary heartache over nothing but I knew I wasn't ready to deal with anything concerning them just yet.

The scent of the herbal tea he carried wafted through the room—moonberry and mint, designed to help clear my head from Victoria's wine attack. His breath caught audibly as he noticed what I was looking at. I felt rather than saw him move closer, until he stood just behind my chair, looking over my shoulder at Lily's notebook. I turned the page, revealing Lily's childish handwriting. The words were carefully formed, each letter a testament to her concentration. "*Mommy said it's true. Daddy will celebrate my birthday with me alone.*" The next entry, dated the night before her birthday: "*My wish has come true. I am super happy.*"