Dirty Thirty Birthday Novels & Stories

Frankie blushed and the boys scoffed "Guys,,,we are in June right?" Trent asked "Yes why?" Seven asked "What do you mean why? Your birthday is coming up by September,,you and Frankie" Trent said and the boys screamed "Can't believe Seven always forget his birthday" Rocky smiled "Can't wait,can't wait,,some people are turning 18" Jerry danced Frankie and Seven laughed "I'm getting a tattoo once I'm 18" Frankie said "I don't have any" Trent and Rocky said at a time

Janet Griswold was sitting in front of her TV feeling sorry for herself. It was the twenty-first of December, and she was “celebrating” her thirty-second birthday. So far, only her best friend, Rhonda, had called to wish her happy birthday. Even then, it had only been a call, without an offer to take her out to dinner or anything!

He didn’t move away. Instead, he leaned down, brushed my damp hair off my face, and spoke against my ear, voice rough and low. “Happy birthday, Bianca.” The clock on his wall clicked over to midnight. I was officially twenty-three. And I had just let Brian fuck me senseless in his bed while Max was somewhere across town with Vanessa. I closed my eyes, too exhausted and too ruined to feel anything except the heavy, terrifying truth. I wasn’t sure I wanted to go back downstairs ever again.

"Mr. Hayes, we found out that Ms. Lloyd once went to consult Dr. Lavine." David's eyes lit up instantly, and he had them bring Catherine to him. "You mean you didn't know?" Catherine's expression was full of disbelief and reproach. "You're Vivian's mate, and you didn't know she has Wolf Spirit Degeneration? Her condition is severe. She doesn't have much time left." David felt like lightning had struck him when he heard that. He stood frozen in place, unable to believe the news. The she-wolf who had always been so gentle and timid with him was dying from a terminal illness.

"Happy birthday for tomorrow, Charity Case. Or should I say, happy debt-anniversary?" I stared at the mess. Tomorrow was November eleventh. I was turning eighteen, the age where most girls in the Syndicate started looking for a way out or a way up. For me, it was just the day I officially became property. It was also the twenty-first birthday of the Moretti triplets—the princes of the Blackridge underworld.

Triffany giggle as she looked at Carlos face. "Triffany you are drunk again." Carlos held her hands and turn to Nick. "Happy birthday Nick." Nick smile, seeing this was coming from Carlos Zack. "I am sorry but I we can't stay any longer, I have to take her home." Triffany frown. "I don't want to go home, whereas I am having so much blast here!" She shouted as she shook her head to the loud music and Nick close his eyes, embarrassed by her attitude. "You should take her home, thanks for coming all the way to this place." Nick told him and Carlos put his hands around Triffany's waist to steady her. "We have to go now Triffany." He said again and Triffany frown. "Why? You don't like this kind o

"That was when we were young. Do you really think I have time for that now? You're not exactly in your prime anymore…" I turned to face him, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just turned 30 today." The words hung between us. Then, the weight of it crushed me. The tears I had fought so hard to hold back spilled over. I had never felt so humiliated, so wretched. Today was my birthday. Lucas froze. I saw it in his eyes—he had forgotten entirely. Even Amy, the young she-wolf next door, had wished me a happy birthday. Maybe my smile was too bitter because Lucas' face had darkened. He looked both embarrassed and annoyed. "You know you're thirty now, so why bother caring about things that don't m

I muttered, adjusting the crooked paper crown on the cupcake stand. Rain flopped onto the couch beside me, arms full of glittery streamers. “Okay, technically, they turned three during the great forest fire incident slash shadow beast thing, so we get like a fifty percent parenting pass.” “That’s not a real thing.” “It should be. Emergency-induced birthday amnesty.” I gave him a look. “We didn’t even get them a cake, Rain.” He winced. “Yeah, that part still stings. I did offer them emergency granola bars.”

Owen The day has never gone slower. And the night? The night is dragging by so slowly I’m starting to wonder if I died in a freak accident on the way to work and went right to Hell. Charlie isn’t here, so there’s no way this is Heaven. A group of guys are out celebrating a twenty-first birthday. They’ve spent a ton on beer and shots, and we’ve been watching them closely to know when to cut them off. It’s late and the crowd is starting to dwindle, but they’re still going strong.

She stood there, lips pursed, eyes trailing over the now-closed box of chocolates and the three men still standing far too close to me. She didn’t say anything about it. She has no idea my asshole stepdad blew off work to take his little resident on a sex vacation to his beach house. So I smiled, saccharine sweet, and decided I was done covering for him. “Didn’t Dr. Grayson tell you?” I asked innocently. “He said he was leaving work early to take a long weekend at his beach house.” Director Georgina’s face pinched tighter. “No. He did not.”