Dirty Thirty Birthday Novels & Stories

Not sexy, exactly, but something. I typed: For you baby. Goodnight. Opened her chat. Hit send. Then I saw the name at the top of the screen. Sebastian. No. No, no, no. I scrolled up with my heart beating so hard. The last message was weeks old… Dinner at Mom's. Sunday 6PM. Don't be late. I'd never replied. And now I had sent a shirtless photo to my stepbrother. My hands shook as I mashed out: wrong person wrong person wrong person Then I tried to delete it.

“Ummm let’s see, I had 2 packs of m&m’s this morning at like 4 am with a shot of expresso, then after the meeting Stephano called, I ate a few skittles and drank a bottle of coke.” I could feel myself become more and more horrified with each word that came out of her mouth. “How are you still alive?” I ask with real wonder and surprise in my voice. “I’m Ava fucking Ferrari, a little sugar is not going to kill me, I once ate a whole pepperoni pizza while drinking 3 bottles of champagne on my own when my boyfriend broke up with me.” “AVA THAT’S NOT SOMETHING TO BE PROUD OF!!” At this Ava started laughing like a fucking crazy person while jumping on my bed for some reason.

Chuckling, she pulled her towards the dining arena “Come on, we're going to be late.” Free wine flowed that evening. It happened every last Friday of the month and Carol was certain that was a trap to get people to spill whatever dirty secrets it was they were hiding. The food was not the best today but she ate greedily and was thankful she didn't have to hustle food for Emma today. “You've missed a lot of the gist at the park,” she told Emma. “Everyone thinks the red card only came to Blue Villa. How powerful is this Mabel?” “I am surprised I have to explain that to you. Goodness, are the Decents this slow?”

"This is us…real, dirty, forever." By New Year's Eve, the list was checked off, but we weren't done. Curled by the fire, his fingers tracing my wax scars, I whispered, "Write a new one? With you." He kissed me deep, tongue claiming. "Hell yes. Merry fucking Christmas, Kelly."

I looked down, my eyes widening in pure horror as the new message populated on the screen. "Unknown; Look at that, your reputation is already in the gutter. Let's make a deal. If you don't drop out of the duet or botch the performance next week, the hospital photo goes on the forum next. Let's see how your scholarship and your precious GPA handle a prostitution scandal like that. Clock is ticking, Dark Bird." My breath completely caught. The trap was perfectly laid. If I sang well, my life was ruined by the blackmailer. If I dropped out or botched it, my GPA died, and my only ticket out of the club life evaporated.

Losing Camille and becoming a single father while working became hard at first but I had help from my babysitter and eventual girlfriend named Giselle. But it didn’t last either… I shook my head and turned my attention to finding myself a new personal assistant, having fired the last one for being very inappropriate and unprofessional towards me. “There’s the birthday boy!” My best friend exclaims with a grin as he stepped inside my office. “Are you ready to get wasted?” he adds with a smirk, sitting on the small loveseat in front of the coffee table. “My birthday isn’t until Friday Leo. And you know I don’t celebrate my birthday anymore.” I shrug

“I’m guessing you’re here for the same thing.” No, I’m here for your husband. “I’m here to get a nice dress, but not for tomorrow.” A thought flashed through my mind and I smiled genuinely. “You see, a friend of mine is having her birthday party tonight, and I’m here to get her a birthday gift.” “Don’t let us keep you.” She responded, indirectly dismissing me.

Milli was preparing to bake and decorate a birthday cake for Camille’s daughter Gracie. The young diver’s birthday brought an unwanted bitter memory from only three months ago. Milli’s birthday had fallen the day after her sister’s death. The day after she discovered the truth about her sister’s love for her and the truth about her marriage. Only Jackson’s dad, Bill, had remembered her birthday during the chaos of that week. Milli didn’t know if she could ever celebrate her birthday again. Her weary heart pushed away the tainted memories of all the birthdays, memories she and Marni would never share again, and she tried to focus on the positives like her therapist wanted instead of the bitte

After precisely two months of reconciling with Noah , I made the decision to organize a surprise birthday celebration for him. With his 33rd birthday approaching, my aim was to create an intimate and elegant party to honor him. To bring this event to life, I sought the assistance of his closest friends, Fredrick and Jamiu, as well as his parents. They were all eager to contribute and help organize the occasion. Today, his family will be traveling from Spain to Seattle to attend the party, which will take place at the lavish residence of their family friend, Mr. Matthew Dawnson, a billionaire tycoon.

Their leader took one look at her and said while grinning, "Some guys are into pregnant chicks. She'll bring in good money." Then, despite her screams and struggles, they dragged her away. Two months later, Tricia was dumped back home in pieces. Her baby had been miscarried after repeated assaults. She was infected with STDs and left infertile. The debt collector clapped Luke on the back and laughed. "Damn, your wife's a moneymaker. She paid off your entire debt in just two months. Here, she's all yours again. We're square." "Great, thanks, boss!" Luke grinned from ear to ear, thrilled that the beatings would finally stop.