Novel & Cerita Dirty Thirty Birthday

Trevor replied thrifty once sipping back again on the wine he was drinking. "You don't look fine to me." Sumire honestly said. Trevor look at her and broke into a chuckle. "Is that so?" Trevor asked as the maiden nodded in agreement. His smile slowly faded when the maiden gave him a scrutinizing stare. Trevor fakes out a cough. "3 days from now it's your birthday. I got you something. And I hope you'll like it.." The handsome man changed the subject and Sumire's face suddenly lit up. "How about this, join me in the auction I told you about days ago." Sumire jovially invited him as her smile reaches her eyes. Trevor looks at her and did not hesitate to accept her invitation. "I would love to.

Neat black blazer, sleeves perfectly pushed up, coffee in one hand, phone in the other. The kind of man that ruined your life. Ryan was here for one thing - an interview for the office secretary position. She could NOT mess this up. Ding. Then — THUD. The elevator jerked violently and stopped. The lights flickered. Ryan grabbed the rail. “What was that?” Ethan finally looked at her. Really looked at her. His eyes were a stormy grey. “You have got to be shitting me,” he muttered. Ryan rushed to the doors, banging on them with both fists.

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY !

' and then I see a lightbulb turn on inside her head. "I see," Bianca grins like an evil villain. "If you're such good friends, then you definitely should come and sit by our table and have a few glasses while we are celebrating." My eyes narrow, but Bianca is pretending not to notice. I want to cut her throat. And Finn is such a smug bastard. He smiles when he sees my expression and gladly takes the offer. "I'm dying for a beer—what's the occasion?" Bianca's smile falters, and I stare down at the ground. "It's my birthday today. I'm turning thirty-three."

Black streamers hung on the walls. A massive three-tiered cake sat in the center of the coffee table. Black and gold. Elegant and beautiful. And stretched across the room above everything was a huge banner. Bold letters impossible to miss. "HAPPY THIRTY-TWO YEARS BIRTHDAY HUBBY" Grayson just stood there. He could not move. Or process what he was seeing. He had completely forgotten it was November 23rd. His birthday. With everything happening, the date had been the absolute last thing on his mind.

I sighed heavily remembering that I'd never get the trust fund my mom had set aside for my college tuition thanks to that swine Gary who’d squandered everything on gambling he was the reason I was here in the first place catching feelings for a man way out of my league. I quickly shook my head as an image of Tristan began to form in my mind. Na uh, you're not doing this today Kyra. “ Happy birthday dear.” Betsy beamed at me holding a cupcake with a single candle on top. " Sorry, this is all we can afford on such short notice.” " It's okay, thank you Betsy." I assured her. “I wasn't planning on celebrating anyway." “Nonsense, everyone’s birthday deserves to br celebrated."

Finally the best day of her life had started turning bad. But only if she knew that the best of her life was going to turn into the worst day of her life, where she was going to lose everything. "Yeah... everything is settled. Just wait for her birthday party tonight," A wicked smirk crept on that person's face, hearing those words. "Perfect... as Miss Melanie Gomez's special birthday gift, tonight, I am going to f#cking destroy that virginal c#nt of hers, at any cost,"

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

Zion already sprawls in the back like he owns the damn minivan with one arm hooked over the seat while basketball shorts sling so low the waistband are a temptation. His thighs spread wide enough to scream ‘plant your needy little ass right here, sis, and don’t pretend you haven’t been dreaming about it.’ I’m nineteen and my pussy has been on a hair-trigger for him since the day our parents swapped rings in that tacky backyard ceremony. He’s twenty-two and looks like the kind of guy who could ruin your life, film it, and make you thank him for the viral clip. I crawl in with my sundress riding up my thighs. There are no panties because Jada’s psycho ass slid into my DMs at 3 a.m. with a voic

Jordan Miller ~•~ "Happy birthday, Jordan!" I opened my eyes immediately, blinking harshly to get used to the white blinding light, plus the bright sunlight streaming into the room from the binds that had been drawn up. Fuck Catherine. "What the fuck? Why is the light so bright? Am I dying?" Cathy laughed, a little too excited for her own good. It wasn't even her birthday. "I said happy birthday, you dummy." "Yeah, yeah, whatever. Leave me alone."