Godzilla Birthday Invitations Novels & Stories

"Here you go! I got you a present!" Cheryl took the invitation from him in puzzlement. When she read the title, she widened her eyes in shock. "An invitation to Grandpa's birthday? Grandpa… I knew Grandpa would never forget me!"

This day should be a happy and special day because it's my day, my birthday but I feel so sad and hallow inside me. Next on the list of events for tonight is the thirteen gifts, Mom sent an invitation for my birthday and it was written on the invitation that my thirteen gifts will depend on who is the first thirteen person to volunteer, I have no idea who are those people because almost all of our guests have a gift for me.

“Ella usually helps me with the planning but with her leaving, this suits my purpose perfectly. I want this to be a surprise for her. Anyway, first thing first, you should know that there are two things going to be celebrated at the party this weekend, Little Sister.” * * * The next morning, a card and a box arrived at her mother’s house and they were addressed to her. Judging by the Summers logo, she could tell that it was an invitation to Summers Entertainment's tenth birthday celebration long before she even opened the envelope and pulled the card out. What she did not know was the content inside of it. Instead of the usually printed invitation with details on the venues and such, on her

“Does it have snack pictures?” “No,” I said. “It’s an invitation to a gala,” Sebastian said flatly. “Do galas have snacks?” Poppy asked. “Yes.” “Then it’s important.” I reached for my coffee cup. In Sebastian’s hand, the invitation turned over. Then he stopped. Very slightly. But I saw it. On the back of the card, beneath the official gold print, was a short handwritten message in black ink. The Guest List Never Been Wrong. No signature. Nothing else.

From: Victoria “Hey Alex, I know you’re aware but it’s just a reminder to not forget my birthday bash in 2 nights! We’re going with a Retro Fantasy theme, so dress the part. It’s at the Astoria Grand, 8PM sharp. I’m turning 30—can you believe it?! Xoxo” He stared at the screen for a long time, then slowly lowered the phone. I crossed my arms. “You okay?” He looked at me from the driveway, jaw tense. “Victoria just invited me to her birthday party.”

Answered Skandar randomly. The man put back the thick sky-blue invitation, a pair of white rose petals in the middle of the invitation opened, and a very elegant bride and groom cartoon appeared from within. The bride's dress cartoon was dangling down. Beautiful, so Skandar murmured. “Does mom want to invite your business colleagues tomorrow? They will not come. What date is it now?" asked Skandar, he looked at his mom. The Hemingway heir wanted to resuscitate her mom if they had short time for inviting guests. Skandar’s wish arose fast, no one would come to his wedding.