Novel & Cerita Death Happy Birthday

Dean had paid for it with his life, and he, Marcus, was lucky to escape with his life. The blacksmith stared out of the window of the moving bus before proceeding to spit outside. He was on his way to his parents where he would stay out of the reach of the demonic boy and the accursed house till things calmed down a little. After all, he had heard how Jason’s little witch brother was killed. The boy would be out for vengeance. That was one thing he could not deal with. He still remembered the day his wife traveled and he was in Jill’s apartment. Nobody was supposed to be home, not one. But the fool had come to Jill’s apartment, pushed open the damn without knocking, saw them naked and at eac

I thought grief was something bad that takes you ten feet under but with time, I learned that it was just the price we had to pay for loving someone. "Why Alex?" I mumbled, "Why him?" "Why? We were gonna celebrate your birthday together." I gasped for a breath, "And I so stupidly forgot it," A heartbreaking whimper parted my lips, "I didn't know it is gonna be your last birthday." I brought my hands up and covered my face, I sobbed into my hands and the tears dripped between my fingers, raining down into the sink. My breathing was ragged, gasping and the strength left my legs, leaving me to collapse into the bathroom floor.

NAOMI "What celebration?!" I asked, facing Dylan. He frowned in return. "It's Hayden and Hazel's birthday today." He replied. My face was void of any emotions, but beneath I was dumbstruck. Do they celebrate Hazel's birthday?? But it's Nadia's death day!! Before I could say anything, Harold butted in by clearing his throat. "It's not like a grand party.. it's just like cutting a cake and wishing them with a gift.. that's it." Harold said.

Just then, my phone buzzed with a text from Isabella, my best friend: "When are you getting off work? Let's meet and celebrate your birthday. Don't tell me you are planning on celebrating it with that jerk." I stared blanking at the text. Birthday? I had completely forgotten. Today was my birthday. "Wow, I was fired on my birthday." I muttered, fighting the tears. I decided against replying and decided to head to my boyfriend's house. I brought out a small mirror from my bag and looked at my reflection. 'Perfect,' I said. I must not look like my problem. I hailed a taxi. As i sat in the taxi, memories of Dad flooded my mind. He had left for work on a typical day last year, never to return. T

Happy birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday dear Anais, happy birthday to me. I was in the kitchen preparing food for the party tonight, quietly singing to myself. "Happy birthday, Daniel," I whispered, a silent tear sliding down my cheek. Xavier, Daniel, and I always celebrated our birthdays together—since they were on the same day. We used to be inseparable, like triplets. Now Xavier is a lone wolf, and I’m the disgrace of the pack.

I closed the door. Up in my bedroom I am again. Another thing about a person like me, music is usually one of our best and closest friends. Of course I own a guitar and I was good with it. The next sunrise will be my birthday and that is good bye to sweet sixteen. I should be happy, I guess. Well, the truth is, I’m not. Everyday that passes reminds that death lurks closer and it takes away my joy. I am with my guitar and I am playing a song I wrote for my dying body.

Tonight, you will feel things you've forgotten you could feel. Tonight, five men will give you everything you've been missing. Happy Birthday. — Thomas

Nothing had gone right so far and the fact that my birthday party which was today happened and seemed to have lost its meaning in relation to me at this point despite thinking that if Beatrice somehow told people about it that it might help make me feel more festive but all it just ended up doing was makingw realize how much I would lose when I die and drivibg me to depression again. This is exactly why you shouldn’t celebrate birthdays, especially ones like this one where nobody really gives a crap because no one will remember them for many years. Nobody cares about anything until they are dead and forgotten and their friends won’t even know about their existence. You become someone else in

"Noelle, you've got to stay strong, okay? Brandon may be gone, but you still have me, your bestie. I'm here for you, always." Melissa Simmons clung to me, chattering away since the moment I showed up at the hospital. Glancing down at my hands and feet, it hit me—I had been given a second chance, sent back to the very day my husband Brandon Scott had died. In my previous life, I was at work when I got the news of Brandon's stroke. By the time I made it to the hospital, he was already gone.

Amy said as she got up. She extended her hand, and Jane handed her the tablet again. She stared at the picture of Mr. J again and touched it gently. “His death is approaching nearer..."