Charlotte It's Your Birthday Novels & Stories

Then I reached for my phone. A message was already waiting. My grandmother's name on the screen and as I read, it says; Family dinner this weekend. 7 PM. Bring Charlotte. I wanted to throw the phone across the room as I saw the name Charlotte again. Charlotte. Charlotte. Charlotte. Why is everything just about Charlotte? Why couldn’t anyone function without her? I was already developing a headache when I heard Flora’s voice, “Be careful with those bags! Some of them have fragile items!”

Seven years with Luke Bates, and he still can't remember that I have a seafood allergy. Yet he treats that faded lucky charm locket in his car like a sacred treasure. Inside lies a note that says, "May God bless that specific someone with top marks. If it works, I'll go vegan for three months." Luke calls it a prank by his high school buddy and tells me not to get jealous over nothing right before we register our marriage. I believe him, happily pouring my heart into planning our wedding. Then comes today. I accompany him back to his hometown for a banquet, only for a woman in a floral dress to burst through the door with tears pooling in her eyes. The elders pulled her over, their fac

"So what have you planned for tomorrow?" "For tomorrow?" I question her, a bit confused. "Duh....don't tell me you forgot." She sighs and then whines in a low tone. "It's Nicole's birthday." Shit! How did I forget? I guess I am really stressed with the things going around. But I remember now tomorrow is Christmas eve and also Nicole's birthday. "Actually...I..." I begin to speak, but Charlotte cuts me off. She gestures dramatically and then places her hands over her hips. "How could you? It would be her first birthday with you, right?"

Charlotte was woken up early in the morning by a phone call. The phone call was from Greyson, today is Charlotte's twenty-seventh birthday. "Lottie, happy birthday! The birthday gift that Dad prepared for you will be delivered later." "Thank you, Dad! Dad, I came back in the evening to have dinner with you!" Greyson smiled and said, "Today is my birthday, let's go out for a romantic date with Leandro. Dad has made plans to go fishing with Henry tonight." Charlotte naturally didn't believe Greyson's words, but she also knew her father's good intentions: "Then we will come back tomorrow to have dinner with you."

“Happy birthday, Charlotte.” Lauren stepped forward with a smile, wrapping her arms gently around Colt’s sister. “Aww, thank you so much, Lauren,” Charlotte said, looking extremely happy as her eyes dropped to the small, square gift box in Lauren’s hands. “Wow… this is beautiful.” Lauren smiled, feeling a little nervous, but glad that Charlotte liked the packaging. Charlotte lifted the lid slowly, curious to see what was inside. Inside the box was a limited-edition diamond tennis bracelet, thin and delicate.

“I tried to get here sooner, I really did…” “You know what there’s no point, it’s fine.” “Are you really that upset with me? It wasn’t my fault,” Charlotte said. “And I said it’s fine,” Felix snapped. Charlotte almost rolled her eyes right there. She couldn’t with his stupid ego. She came late on purpose because that’s how much didn’t give two shits about him or his birthday, but came late so that she could see him be all over her and pretend like he wasn’t upset. But he was actually throwing a damn tantrum? Charlotte found it hilarious.

“Don’t call people that next time. Okay?” “But she scolded Mommy.” “That is my business, and I will handle that. You shouldn’t call people names. Did you hear me?” Charlotte pouted and nodded reluctantly. “Alright, Mommy.” “Well, let’s have breakfast now, and then we will find Uncle Dean. It is his birthday today.” Charlotte’s eyes lit up. “Uncle Dean’s birthday? So we can have cakes, Mommy. Can you give Uncle Dean a big strawberry cake?” “It is more like the strawberry cake is for you.” Summer poked the tip of her nose, and Charlotte smiled.

A Day to Remember Charlotte stirred, stretching slightly before glancing at the small figure nestled between her and Astor. Jasmine, their beautiful daughter, was still deep in sleep, her long lashes resting against her cheeks. Charlotte smiled, exchanging a glance with Astor. Today was special. Today, their little girl was turning thirteen. Astor leaned in closer, brushing a soft kiss on Jasmine’s forehead. "Happy birthday, Jasmine," he whispered. Charlotte followed suit, stroking her daughter’s hair gently. "Happy birthday, sweetheart."

I pointed to the sign hanging on the hotdog stand and the nearby convenience store. It said, "Cash only." "Miss, wait for me. I'll be right back." I watched Charles walk away and sighed, reflecting on the joys of youth. Despite being just a year older than him, I had ended up in my current miserable situation. "Miss, isn't he handsome? He doesn't have a girlfriend. Would you like to consider him??" one of Charles' classmates said, mistakenly thinking that my prolonged gaze at Charles’ back was due to a strong interest in him.

"Mitch, I'm sorry. I never liked to ask." Richard too is rubbing at the bridge of his nose, his shoulders shaking with contained laughter. Charlotte looks baffled, "Ask what?" She scowls, eyes flashing. "So, Mom had a bad stomach once, twenty-odd years ago. So what?" "Calm down, Charlotte," snaps James. "Remember your manners." Then as she ducks her head, he chuckles. "Think it through. Your birthday is the end of October. When would you have been conceived? Take your socks off if it helps you with the numbers."