Happy Birthday Dipper Novels & Stories

When he picked himself up off the ground, he raised his beer bottle in his hand, and called out, "It's okay! I didn't spill it. The birthday beer is safe!" I couldn't help but enjoy watching him make a fool of himself along with twenty of his closest friends who all broke out into a chorus of "Happy Birthday" anytime the occasion was mentioned. I swayed to the music and absorbed the throaty moans of the lead singer. The smoked-induced high relaxed me, and I was oblivious to everything else. My phone vibrated in my jeans, which I assumed was another birthday wish, but I stopped dancing when I saw the caller ID. Gray Dearsley.

Dionysus immediately uttered, glaring at his men not to dare anything at all or else they would be freaking dead meat. Zamantha frowned. "I'm starving. Can't we just eat already?" Everyone was about to dig in and scoop food onto their plates but Zoey stopped them. "Just a song, guys. Please. So, Dio could wish for something." Sebastian blew a deep breath and out of nowhere, he initiated singing the intro of the 'happy birthday' song and everyone soon followed suit. "Happy birthday, boss Dio. Happy birthday, boss Dio. Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, boss Dio."

Part of me wanted to roll my eyes at the display, but the strong feeling of joy drew me in. As I stood there, pretending to be surprised when everyone shouted "Happy Birthday!" at me, confetti burst into the air like a firework display gone wild. I couldn't help but chuckle; it felt like standing in the middle of a joyful whirlwind. Of course, I let out an exaggerated gasp, grinning widely to keep up the act. I raised my glass of moonshine—a mix my folks made that could knock the socks off a bear—and took a big sip, feeling the warm burn trail down my throat.

I give our waiter a thumbs up because he suggested for this move I hold out the chair so she could sit “Thank you” she said smiling. I go and sit on my side. Our waiter serves two glasses of champagne and we make a toast “What are we celebrating?” she ask “We are celebrating us. We are celebrating dumbass Harper for coming back to life and we are celebrating life” “We are celebrating a lot of things I see” she chuckles. She takes a sip from the champagne and moans lightly “Ah! This is good champagne” she said downing her glass in one gulp. I signal for our waiter to bring the whole bottle with a menu

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TO THE MOST HANDSOME, SEXIEST, YUMMIEST, SMARTEST AND THE MOST DISRESPECTFUL GODCHILD OF MINE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY LUCIFER SWEETHEART!” “HAPPY BIRTHDAY, YOUNG MASTER.” The face of that psycho and the other idiotic people here in my house were the first ones that I saw as soon as I stepped out of my room this morning.

I stared at him as he stood in front and grabbed the microphone. "Good evening, I would like to say thank you so much for coming here, especially to my mom and sisters who traveled all the way from France just to be with me on this special occasion. I also would like to say thank you to my group mates for setting up everything for this day. Thank you "all for one," because you are here just to be part of my birthday celebration. Bubs Jeyah, thank you for catching this party," Darren ended his short speech.

I stopped him. "Yes?" I took a photo out of my jacket pocket. A photo of Frey was taken one year ago. "Wow, a very beautiful girl," said Jor seeing the photo. "Have you ever seen this girl?" I asked. Jor seemed to think for a moment. He shook his head. "Sorry, I didn't see it. What happened with her?” Jor asked me.

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.

I marveled looking around the whole place and the view is so precious and beautiful, so many glittering lights and the and the view of the ocean was so beautiful cause they were many celebration going on in the boats and Yacht “Princess I'm starving please let's eat” Dante whined and I happily turned to them “I'm sorry baby let's eat guys” We were about to dip our chopstick into the pot “Wait!” Zack suddenly stopped us “Fuck I'm hungry” Dell groaned “Guys, let's toast to happy birthday in advance to our world best princess, our sister and our mother we love her so much” Zack praised and I was filled with tears “Toast to Amy, my best friend and the only one that truly listens and understands

A cheer goes round the train car and we all lift our glasses higher, toasting our friend and making her feel at home, before we each take a sip. Daphne, a little embarrassed but clearly pleased, struggles to take a sip because she’s smiling so hard. A little rush of joy moves through me as the rich taste of the champagne moves across my tongue, the bubbles echoing the effervescent happiness of my soul in this moment. “Well, thank you,” Daphne says, nodding her head around to all of us. “But the true celebration is your success at the Academy this first semester –“