Death Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

"I think there's something suspicious about how Dad and the others died, Uncle Shawn. I mean, think about it—Dad was young and healthy, not to mention Mom and Draco. Is it possible that there was some foul presence at work, or perhaps a contagious plague? "I think we should forgo a traditional burial. I heard people from the big cities say that if it's a disease, burning the bodies cleanses everything," I said as I looked innocently toward Uncle Shawn, making sure my voice rang out across the entire funeral hall. Upon hearing this, the crowd immediately backed away, shoving and jostling each other as they packed into the courtyard with terror written all over their faces. They were absolutel

I spent my last coins on basic pain-relieving herbs, swallowing several at once. But why did my heart still hurt so much? Why did I feel so cold inside? I dragged my weak body out of the healing center. Looking at the sky that was about to rain, I headed for my cave. "Come on, come on, Vivian's birthday ceremony stage is unveiled, let's go check it out. " I was almost hit by two running cubs, their words piquing my curiosity.

“Without you, every day is unbearable. “Cece, I’m sorry for hurting you. But I loved you. I still do. “I once prayed to God, begging Him to let you live. And if you didn’t, I asked Him to take me with you. He heard my prayer.” I could no longer speak. Tears streamed down my face. Love made people foolish. It could make someone lose their sense of self. Maybe this was the best ending for us. I reached out and held his hand after stealing one last glance at him. The rhythmic beeping echoed through the room. Then, it stretched into one long, unbroken sound. As it did, we both closed our eyes. I felt weightless. I felt as if I was floating. When I saw Lily bawling as she held me, I knew I was al

I whimper, voice completely shot. Happy birthday to me.

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO THE MOST HANDSOME, SEXIEST, YUMMIEST, SMARTEST AND THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL GODCHILD OF MINE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIFER SWEETHEART!” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOUNG MASTER.” The face of that psycho and the other idiotic people here in my house were the first ones that I saw as soon as I stepped out of my room this morning.

"When he was being rushed in and wheeled into surgery, I remember that he kept repeating something under his breath. "Something like… his birthday wish finally came true, or something along those lines. That might be what he cares about most deep down. If you want to try waking him up, you could start from there." Mom kept turning the doctor's words over in her mind. She murmured to herself, "A birthday wish? That's right… Zero has never once celebrated his birthday. He must really want that. But what was his birthday wish?" I wanted to tell her that my birthday wish was to die. All she needed to do was stop the treatment, and my wish would finally come true.

"Exactly what it sounds like." He let out a tired sigh. "It was just a birthday. Stop making a scene. Wait at home—I'll be back soon." I had just returned with my mom's ashes when Mike walked through the door. The marks on his neck were fresh—Cathy's kisses still clinging to his skin. How obvious. It must have been intense. My mom had died from sheer fury, and while I was arranging her funeral, Mike had been in bed with another woman. He hadn't even bothered to show up.

“It’s for you alone, Cathy.” “Open.” The stubborn man glares daggers at me but eventually listens. On his second mouthful, I add, “It feels wrong to celebrate my birthday today.” “Huh?” “Today makes it six years since she died.” Some days are easier than others but it’s worse on my birthday. It’s not a reminder that I’m plus one, it is an awful reminder that my role model was taken from me today. My eyes begin to leak and I angrily wipe the evidence staining my cheeks. I scratch my tattoo out of nervousness. “It feels wrong to celebrate life on the day she died so I always celebrate it on the fifteenth instead.”

my voice sounded soft, almost like a breeze. He turned around, and his eyes met mine, revealing a profound sadness. "I'm sorry for not telling you earlier, Lily. This is my wife's grave; our wedding anniversary is on the same day as my birthday. That's why I no longer celebrate my birthday after my wife and daughter passed away. I usually come here from time to time to pay homage to her." As I looked around, I understood the beauty and serenity of that place. Suddenly, everything made sense, and my heart filled with understanding. I extended my hand in a supportive gesture, and Tyler held it, thanking me with a sad smile.

His face does not change. I watch him read the page that names his brother’s death as an internal authorization, and I understand that the man sitting beside me has just had the suspicion he carried home from Lorenzo’s grave confirmed by a woman he is holding captive. And the confirmation has not broken him. It has made him quieter. “The chapel is not safe after midnight,” he says. His register is low and unhurried, the same as it was in the courtyard on the day I arrived. He does not look at me.