Novel & Cerita Happy Birthday Stick On Cake

said Scarlett with a beautiful smile while making cute puppy pity faces. “Fine” I said, rolling my eyes and blowing out the 25 candles on the cake she was holding before I collected the bottle of champagne Beta Kim gave me as a gift and then all of a sudden someone started blowing a whistle while the whole room started singing the popular universal happy Birthday song. ***Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday , Happy birthday, Happy birthday Happy Birthday to you! Hip Hip Hip ? Hurray ! Hip Hip Hip Hurray!*** “Thanks “ I said awkwardly while waving my hands at the birthday guest to stop singing already but then a pop sound came up and sparkling saw dust started falling

After a while, Luna Nina's voice came over the speakers. "We would like to have everyone join us for the traditional cake. It was made by none other than our very own Nadia!" Everyone cheered, my mom was the greatest baker in the pack. Everyone loved her special desserts, cakes, and pies. The waiters rolled the huge cake into the room. Everyone gasped, it was stunning. The cake stood four tiers high. The rich royal blue and gold colors could only be achieved with a special touch. The cake had sparklers lit surrounding every tier. In big letters, the words "Happy Birthday Alphas" was written on the top tier. The top had a group of sparklers that were blue and gold. It was stunning, to say the

It was in those moments of connection and love that she realized the true essence of happiness-the joy that came from nurturing relationships and cherishing the present. Though she had already brought her birthday cake, her mother surprised her by presenting a homemade cake adorned with flickering candles. The room filled with warmth and love as they sang the familiar birthday song, their voices blending together in celebration of another year of life. However, this time, the gravity of the occasion extended beyond the number of candles on the cake. It symbolized a fresh start, a newfound appreciation for the simple pleasures that life offered.

Rhett froze. Declan was front and center, holding a cake the size of a small tire with sparklers fizzing on top. His smile was huge and nervous and perfect. Colt was beside him wearing a shirt that read RHETT’S EMOTIONAL SUPPORT HUMAN in giant letters. Nikolai stood on the stairs with a party popper in each hand, grinning like a maniac. The song stumbled to an end. Someone yelled, “Happy birthday, old man!” Rhett didn’t move. His eyes went from the cake to Declan to the balloons to the banner strung across the archway that read HAPPY 32ND BIRTHDAY, ALPHA in gold glitter. Then they came back to me.

Black streamers hung on the walls. A massive three-tiered cake sat in the center of the coffee table. Black and gold. Elegant and beautiful. And stretched across the room above everything was a huge banner. Bold letters impossible to miss. "HAPPY THIRTY-TWO YEARS BIRTHDAY HUBBY" Grayson just stood there. He could not move. Or process what he was seeing. He had completely forgotten it was November 23rd. His birthday. With everything happening, the date had been the absolute last thing on his mind.

I see Nick’s eyes glaze over and can feel excitement through the bond. I was about to ask him what was going on when the lights go out in the dining room, the door opens to the kitchen and she walks back in with a beautiful cake done in white frosting with decorative red roses on it. Thirteen candles stick up on top of the cake spelling out ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY’.

Rielle “Happy—” she started brightly, then stopped dead. Her eyes flicked from the cake to us; Zayden’s arms still loosely around my waist, my hands on his chest, our foreheads close enough that anyone could read the moment. I let go immediately, stepping back, turning fully toward her. On the top of the cake, in perfect cursive script: Happy Birthday Zay. I read it out loud without thinking. “Happy Birthday Zay…?”

“Okay… open!” I opened my eyes. The whole kitchen table was covered balloons tied to chairs, a shitty homemade cake with lopsided frosting, a couple wrapped boxes, and a banner strung across the window that read HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACE in marker so big it took up the whole thing. She was beaming at me, hands out like ta-da. “Surprise!” she yelled, then immediately cringed. “I mean, happy early birthday. It’s tomorrow but I couldn’t wait and I know you hate surprises but I thought maybe you’d like this one and ”

Lewis and Irene came by earlier in the day to leave their gifts, and gave a hug and kiss on my cheek. Sweet people. "I'm so happy to have you all here," I say as I hug Dane with one arm. His much bigger one wraps around my shoulders. "We are too," says Mia sweetly. "Here," says Dexter as he slides the cake over to the edge of the island near me, "blow out your candles." Walking over to it, I see that the cake has red frosting that says 'You're eighteen, but I love you a million!' I smile at the message. Looking over to Dane, I hold his hand as I smile at him. He grins back, his grey eyes twinkling.

There were about ten of us total—six guys, four girls—and they swarmed him with hugs as we approached. They made him sit right in the middle of the couch, while the rest of us gathered around. Then a bar staff member appeared with a three-tiered cake, and I laughed as they plopped a party hat on his head. “Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday to you… Happy birthday, happy birthday… Happy birthday, Aaron!” We sang out, and Aaron closed his eyes to make a wish before blowing out the candles. Suddenly, a bottle popped open beside me—one of our friends had shaken it too hard, and the cork shot across the room with a loud bang.