Romans & histoires Feliz Aniversario Mi Amor

I mean I let him f*ck me countless times within hours and I haven't let anyone do that since a damn long time. I see his lips moving with no sound, shaking my head i try to focus. "-day." He smiles. "Huh?" I ask dumbfounded, he cuckles and brings his lips down on mine, almost like he read my mind. An unknown feeling blooms inside me, unfortunately, he pulls back making me whimper softly. He rests his forehead against mine. "Feliz cumpleaños." He repeats. *happy birthday* I laugh, "It's not my birthday as yet, there's still a week to go." I point out. He reaches over and takes his phone then shows me the date.

you make my life so sweet and beautiful and i am so grateful for your love and your life every single day. you brighten my life and soothe my soul in every way possible. and when i look at you i instantly know what it is to be loved and to be in love. i can't wait to celebrate all the rest of your birthdays with you. you are my future, my best friend, my everything. happy birthday baby. i love you always and forever. Amelia

"Tomorrow would be perfect. My birthday is the day after, so it will give us a three-day celebration every year." He laughed. "I can't believe I never asked about your birthday. We're going to have some spectacular celebrations for the next fifty years or so, aren't we?" She kissed him hard. "I intend to celebrate every single day. I love you." "You are my heart, mi corazon." After that, they quit bothering to talk at all. End Part 3

Roman's familiar script filled the page. Dearest Serena, On this day, the day you came into the world, I want you to know how you’ve changed mine. Every laugh, every touch, every moment with you feels like a gift. You’ve brought light into my life in ways I never imagined. I love your strength, your kindness, the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy. Today is about celebrating you, but every day with you is a celebration for me. Thank you for being you. I love you more than words can say. Happy birthday, my love.

We all began to cheer and mother and father also became euphoric upon knowing this. This is what I desire from the bottom of my heart. There's nothing I want in my life. I am feeling ecstatic to have such a blessed life. This is my heaven... Timeskip:- Expression of beatitude is visible on my face. Today is our wedding anniversary and my content is beyond anyone's comprehension. I was in my room and Lawrence came and hugged me and kissed my forehead. "Happy anniversary, Love." He said with a smile. "Happy anniversary," I replied. He then sat be

he murmured against my lips, his voice rich with warmth and tenderness, enveloping me in a cocoon of affection. “Happy anniversary,” I echoed, my heart pounding. “I love you.” For a fleeting moment, the outside world faded away. I locked my gaze with him, and in that stillness, I felt an undeniable certainty wash over me. There was no place I’d rather be; I was exactly where I belonged, in the depths of love.

There was a white Porsche parked in Joyce's driveway. It had a huge red ribbon on it, some pink balloons and a bouquet of roses. "What. The. Hell?" Joyce stood, arms folded in bewilderment. I was stunned, watching my birthday gift like it would disappear in a moment. I caught sight of the card hung in the screen. I picked it up and untied the tiny pink ribbon on it. It read: HAPPY BIRTHDAY MI AMORE— V

Agnes's gaze lingered on Celiza's face, etching the image into her soul. "Indeed, my love, you will forever be the cherished treasure that I hold close to my heart. As you step into this enchanted night, know that my love for you transcends time and space. I will be there, even in the quietest moments, rooting for you and supporting you as you spread your wings."

He sucks and fucks me with his tongue and fingers and I’m cuming faster than I ever had, my hunger reaching a terrifying peak that has me reaching for the ropes behind my dress to undress right here and now. But Zefiro’s hand lands on mine, stopping. “Later,” he says, eyes dark with promise. I nod, breathing hard. “Happy birthday, Susanna.” I stiffen. What was today’s date? June the fifth? I don’t even remember the date, myself. It has never been important, had only been celebrated in those years before my parent’s accident. Tears blur my vision. “I love you.” My husband laughs. “I’m sure you’ll love the Ferrari more.”

I hoped it would be sooner rather than later. ************ Joelle I left the ward with a wide grin painting my face as I made my way towards the ER. The warmth of happiness was a comfortable embrace. My happiness was short lived however as I heard a familiar, yet unexpected voice. “It’s nice to see that at least one of us is happy,” the voice intoned. It was Jason. “What are you so happy about?” he inquired. His words brought me back down to Earth. What was I so happy about? I wasn’t even sure myself. Was it because of what Chris had said? Or was it because of Chris himself. First love never dies, I thought. Had I really loved him? Or had I simply been infatuated by him… a typical student-te