Death Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

I fall back against the rope, breathless as a new song begins to play so loud it's like the beat of my heart. “Welcome To The Circus,” by Five Finger Death Punch.

Before I knew it, those two had killed me. My rage flared, and I decided to crash Elaine's birthday party. As I stormed in, the birthday cake flew into the air, smashing to the ground. Gasps filled the room as I shattered their drinking glasses one by one. Dipping my finger in red frosting, I scrawled on the white wall: "Happy Deathday!" Chaos erupted. Guests whispered in hushed tones, "Did the assistant say Mrs. Dalton was really dead?" Elaine's eyes widened in horror, and the high-paid celebrity, worth millions, abruptly walked off the stage.

Well, that's what I forced my mind to believe. As for me, I was still the girl who had an undying crush on a mafiaso. Speaking of him. Tomorrow is his birthday. I couldn't have forgotten about it because he told me on the day he opened up about Nevaeh. And if tomorrow is his birthday, it only meant that it was Nevaeh's death anniversary. My heart ached as I knew Dre was going to have a hard time tomorrow. No one deserved to be sad on their birthday.

I bit my lip and sighed. "I just exist for death, I can kill but rarely do, it's very difficult to explain but I know how everyone will leave this existence except for you, I only know when you won't perish because you're my soulmate," I mumbled softly. He eyed me questionably and glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. He exhaled harshly and leaned back against the seat. "Alright Sebastian, you're Death and my soulmate. Does that make me Life," he asked curiously. I bit my lip and chuckled, it couldn't be that simple, I highly doubted that. I side eyed him and grinned.

After Audrey's death, she was the only one who would secretly celebrate my birthday for me. As expected, Connor's face darkened when he heard my name. "With me? Who does she think she is? As for why she didn't text you back, she was probably embarrassed. If it wasn't for her, would Audrey be dead? Despite this, you're even thinking of celebrating her birthday?"

I say, but I sound defensive and sarcastic, "Really, I would. But let's leave this talk for later, you're only forty-five.” "Basically forty-six already, remember my birthday next month? I wanted to have a big party. Not anymore, though. It's going to be a sad birthday," he lets out. God, he's annoying, "Death is around the corner for me." "It's not, stop being such a little bitch. People get divorced every single day. You won't get any sympathy from me."

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

Agustin's Pov...... ........................................................ # Day 13 Happy birthday to me. I hate this day-I dread this day, this is the same day my parents died. I never liked to celebrate my birthday, and I never did before I met you and Jacob, I remember how both of you always tried to cheer me up, saying that I should move past it or it will always be painful if I don't try to move on, that was the first time after my parents death that I celebrated my birthday.

WINCHESTER DATE OF BIRTH: JANUARY 17, 1994 DIED: JANUARY 04 2011 Seeing people genuinely happy makes my sad heart skip a beat and smile a bit. "They all deserve it." I whispered. "Will I be able to be that happy, too?" I whispered again while looking at her grave. I want you back, Celeste. I want you back. "You know what? No one can heal me .... Except you, Wife." I uttered myself. "Do you mind if I sit beside you? I guess Celeste wouldn't be jealous and I hope not." Cassidy stated while putting Pink Tulip on her grave. Celeste loves Pink Tulip and I guess she's smiling now because she saw another tulip.

Oh shit! I'm dead. So very dead.