Date Box Happily Novels & Stories

I tried calling again, but this time, her phone was turned off. 'You said you were staying at your bestie's house, but you're with Shawn,' I thought bitterly. I didn't need any more confirmation. I closed my eyes. 'Sandra, it seems that to you, the happiness of our family means less than a birthday date with Shawn.'

The buzz of conversation swirled around us, but somehow, I felt calm. After that day, Paxton and I got even closer. We talked about everything. As for Derrick—he never showed up again. *** A year later, Paxton proposed. That bold, all-in kind of happiness? It fit me perfectly. Every time Zara saw me, she'd tease that I was glowing. Then came the wedding. That night, I got a package—a ring. I didn't even have to open the note to know it was from Derrick. I tossed it straight into the trash.

I wonder why she bathes in that stuff. “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Bella, happy birthday to you,” she sings, smiling profusely and dangling a beautifully wrapped box in her hands before she stretches it to me. “Aren’t you supposed to be at work? I thought you had the morning shift,” I reply, hugging her before taking the box, carelessly placing it on one of the tables, my eyes shifting to the omega who has returned with a cleaner rag. “You’ll have to clean all of these again as well,” I quickly tell the omega before turning back to face my best friend, Dr. Esme Parker, head doctor of the Black Fang pack who’s now frowning at me and I know why.

"Then are you not going to call me 'honey' in front of Grandpa tomorrow? Are you not going to pretend we're happily married?" I quickly grabbed his hand and pressed my lips together. "We have to act in front of Grandpa. He really wants me to be happy. Please, act a little more convincingly. He doesn't have much time left. I just want him to be at peace." A slight smirk played on Julian's lips, and his expression tinged with a flicker of anticipation. "Alright. Then you'd better play your part too." … The next afternoon, Julian and I went to the hospital to see Grandpa.

Four hours earlier everything had still felt like the best idea I’d ever had. Jade bounced on the edge of my hotel bed, eyes bright. “Reyna, seriously. Damon is going to lose his mind. This is going to be the most unforgettable thing anyone has ever done before a wedding. You don’t know it yet, but this is iconic.” I laughed, hugging my knees. “You say that, like you haven’t been planning this for weeks. Be honest, how long have you had that box ordered?” “Two days,” she admitted with a grin. “But it’s perfect. You climb in, we cut the holes for your mouth and pussy, tie pretty bows on your tits, and when he opens the box… boom. Best wife ever.”

She asks and I just shrug because I don't trust myself to say yes or speak. While we planned and organized Haley's birthday, I did everything I could to get him off my mind. To get the image of him off my head... To get the memory of our hug at the supermarket off my mind but it's almost impossible. And ever since then I- "Oh my goodness...." Maya's breathless exclamation brings me back. The huge box is invincible and we can see the gifts inside. There was a big golden brown stuffed teddy bear with a big pink heart on his belly and the word, Haley inscribed on it.

Sherry replied, “You're welcome, honey. Pamper yourself with something you like and make sure you go all out. Don’t worry about spending too much, understand?” Caprice smiled. “Got it.” With that, Sherry excused herself. “I need to get back to it now. Talk to you later.” It was swiftly followed by another text. “Also, happy birthday, baby… Remember that Mommy loves you forever…” Caprice smiled, a warm fuzzy feeling swirling in her chest. Then, she tapped on her conversation with Liam. She gazed blankly at the mysterious metal box, wondering what it could possibly contain. Suddenly, an idea flashed across her mind.

"I'm not feeling any emotion heights with your words...uhm...Yulia. Are you here to kidnap me?" "No. I'm simply paying you a visit." "Really? Am I that pitiful?" "No. You really just beguile my interest. I'm glad I came." He approached her. He took her hand to put a small, silver box with a glittery ribbon on top. "Happy birthday, Tamara Kromatova. Accept my gift to you. May you dream of me until I see you again."

Well, I really hope this will die down. “Felice!” I immediately turned to our helper and creased my forehead. It was a Monday morning and I was at our kitchen counter and preparing for my clubhouse as usual. “What is it?” I asked. I saw her smiling from to ear then she showed me a huge heart-shaped box - a very familiar one. “From the admirer!” she excitedly said.

“Happy birthday.” To be continued...