Birthday Letter Novels & Stories

IT MAKES ME GIDDY INSIDE. He clears his throat, "Hey, we don't have to be so awkward to each other. Can we just move on?" Easy for him to say. I take my hands off my face. "Can I read the letter aloud?" He asks me while scanning through the letter I gave to him. "Yes! It is yours," I exclaim. He opens the letter and read it loudly while sitting beside me. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LEONEL. I WISH YOU THE BEST FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY AND KNOW THAT I AM ALWAYS BE YOUR ANNOYING FRIEND THAT YOU LIKE THE MOST.

She don't have the courage to do so. "Should we go in the street and beg people for money instead, Bea?" Talking to herself. Everything is tiring and draining for her. She checked her phone when she heard a notification sound. 'Alphabette and others have birthdays today! Send them birthday greetings now...' "What?" She immediately checks the calendar and found that today is her friend's birthday. She can't believe that she forgot her special day. Fortunately, there's a social media that reminds us. She was about to dial Alphabette and greet her with a happy birthday when she remembered the last time she visited their house.

William's phone buzzed with several birthday messages. It was only then that he realized, vaguely, that today was his birthday. He felt like a numb machine that had shut off his brain. His fingers mindlessly swiped through the screen, and somehow, he ended up on the messages from Jasmine. 2024.5.27 00:00 [William, happy birthday.] 2023.5.27 00:00 [William, happy birthday.] 2022.5.27 00:00

Yet, in recent times, she had noticed a change that was not yet fully comprehended by her. The sight of a small wooden box beneath the counter caught her gaze. Although it wasn't part of the tidy, organized world she had constructed, this held only the unforeseeable aspect of her existence. Withholding her gaze, she grasped it tightly and lifted the lid. There were neatly folded letters, each with the same familiar handwriting. Fingers wiped over them, then she pulled one out, her lips curving into a soft, almost kissable smile. It was revealed that she had read it more than once, but she repeated it now.

With a sigh, I opened the letter, and my eyes quickly found his familiar handwriting. Wendy, I'm sorry for what I did last night. I was wrong and I feel bad about it. I'm sorry for everything. I don't deserve much, but I hope you can forgive me. Also, happy birthday. I looked at the letter, feeling a weird sensation in my chest. Birthday? It took me a moment to understand. Today was my birthday. How did I forget? The past few days had been a mess of work and anger and hurt, and I had almost forgotten the day that used to matter so much to me.

I was finally alone in this world. They wouldn't let me attend Mom's funeral. They wouldn't even let me visit her grave, so all I could do was kneel on the path we used to walk together, silently pleading for her forgiveness. I didn't dare to cry. I didn't deserve to. Because the hard truth was, I hadn't been able to save her. After the funeral, Carly came to visit me. She pulled me into a hug, her eyes glistening with tears, and whispered, "Thank you, Lina. Thank you for not ruining my life. The fire is over now, so never bring it up around Dad and Jacob again.

Mel calmed down from her excessive laughing and was staring before her into the thin air, “After work, I'll be staying over at William's, and I will talk to him Lilith— I will,” “Ok,” I muttered. “So how do you feel about an early birthday gift?” Mel chuckled lowly. “My birthday isn't until December Mel,” I scoffed. “Well that's the reason it's considered an early birthday gift, I think you need a cellphone,” she suggested.

' please consider my request without your permission I won't bother you. HAPPY BIRTHDAY once again my strongest boy. Love Mom Luna Amber.

Then finally, I got a response. Lily: “Hi, James.” Me: “It is you!” Lily: “Yes. [smiling face emoji] I decided to go ahead and get a phone.” Me: “You have no idea how happy I am to hear from you.” Lily: “I assume this means that you got the gifts?” Me: “I did. Thank you! What was the occasion?” Lily: “Just a couple of early birthday presents.”

His birthday. He always tried to ignore it, pretend it didn’t exist. Growing up, it had been more of a formality than a celebration. A card from his mother. A business gift from his father. A lone cupcake delivered by the housekeeper. You doing anything this year? Lennox wrote. Maybe it’s time you did. You deserve something good. Something not covered in headlines. Cassian stared at the message. Was it stupid to consider celebrating? After everything, maybe not.