Happy Birthday Susan Cake Novels & Stories

she looked around again, lifting her body for a little from the bed of hay. “Here it is!” Ansel pulled a palm-sized chocolate cake that she thought was just a pile of horse shit. Ansel, whose veins were gifted with scorching embers and fierce fire, lit the candle atop the cake in a click of his finger. “Happy Birthday—” Ansel sucked a breath as Sasha kneeled and sat in front of him, smiling as bright as the stars adorning the heavens, “Sasha…” The candle’s flame danced in Sasha’s eyes, debating whether to blow and make a wish or blow Ansel and make herself pissed. She chuckled at those thoughts.

Rafiq, Jonathan, and Susan were standing in the middle of the hallway. Behind them, some students were holding a huge, fancy cake. It looked expensive, and it had bright colors with the words “Welcome Back, Champion!” written in shiny gold icing. Adrian stopped walking and stared. He was shocked—in a good way. Then his eyes landed on Susan. She was smiling a little, her hands behind her back. Something about seeing her there made his heart beat faster. “Thank you! Thank you, all of you!” Adrian said, smiling big.

Ethan said. Alice is surprised and happy. This is the first time in her life she will be celebrating her own birthday. She was always the one arranging parties and baking for Sophie’s birthday but no one in her house ever cared to celebrate her birthday. Once she has asked Sandra why her birthday is not been celebrated like Sophie’s birthday and all Sandra told her is She reminds everyone of her mother making everyone upset. She was so happy that she found Ethan who cheers her up even when there is an intense situation. Ethan carefully placed the cake on the table. The cake has an engraved Alice on it with a girl made of cream on it.

This was the first time and the last time I celebrated my birthday in the house that I had lived in for five years. The next morning, I woke up to noise coming from downstairs. I went downstairs and saw a huge mess before me. There was a piece of leftover cake on the table, and the cream was everywhere. Birthday balloons and banners were also scattered on the floor. When I saw the words on the birthday cake written as “Happy Birthday, Zac!”, I suddenly understood that it was Zac’s birthday. In the past five years, Irene would let go of all her responsibilities and obligations to prepare a celebration for Zac’s birthday. Not only that, she would do the same for their friendship anniversary, t

She would be so happy if she was alive but right after a few days of the birth of Chase and Lucas, she passed away because her bp shot up. "Let's cut the cake." Steve chripped happily as Chloe walked into the kitchen and asked the chefs to bring the cake out. There were two cakes, one had a sponge bob imprinted on it, it was Chase's chosen design well, the other cake was plain dark forest cake with dark chocolate, not even a white chocolate chip was on it as per Lucas's choice. Everyone gathered around as they cheered for both the boys and they cut the cake. Both of them were loaded by gifts and Ayla appeared way too happy in her fathers arms.

Suzanne sighed, "Not pretty I assure you, Shane always makes me annoyed every time by giving me an alarm clock as a birthday gift and he always addresses it to 'loser'. He then shows silly pictures of me as a small kid to his friends when they come over, so embarrassing." She covered her face with her hands. "Hey! Suzanne, when's your birthday?!" Ethan asked with glee. "It's December 12 and I'm so not looking forward to it," she shuddered a bit. "You throw a party at your place?" Ashley wondered. Suzanne crossed her arms and looked away. "Just something small, mostly close family and friends that's all, but anyway, mum bakes the most delicious stuffs and plus Dad always looks proud of me, so

She asked no one, before dropping the cake angrily. Lucas stumbled towards the bathroom, splashed his face with water, and brushed his teeth. As he set about the business of getting ready for the day, he thought about the long list of tasks he had to accomplish at work. He put on his suit and tie, checking his appearance in the mirror. Satisfied with his appearance, he proceeded to the kitchen, where his breakfast awaited. He quickly downed his coffee and egg sandwich, gathered his laptop bag, and set off towards his car. The traffic was already starting to build up as he made his way towards the office building. He sighed as he checked his email and calendar, making a mental note of the mee

Getting up from the bed, I let out a sigh and looked around. "Happy birthday," I heard and turned to see Maria and some ladies. "Thank you," With a smile on her face, Maria dropped a cake on the table beside me. "Let's sing for our dear Susan," she made me hold the knife, and they sang. They fed me to the point that I almost choked. "Take it easy." They also ate from the cake, and left, leaving me with Maria, who pulled me into a hug. "I got a gift for you,"

She would be sure to tell Cassie. They all ate a wonderful dinner then the cook brought out a beautiful birthday cake. Everyone sang happy birthday. Then the cook took the cake to be served with tea and coffee in the parlor. Susan opened her presents from her friends. Nathan and Cassie's present she would get after. Susan made sure to thank everyone for their gifts. By ten at night, they were all leaving to head home. After saying goodbye, they retired back into the parlor. Nathan and Cassie gave Susan her gift from them. Susan loved the little pistol that she could tuck into her handbag. Jake cleared his throat to get everyone’s attention.

When my family found out I was depressed because of a lack of love, they were all very regretful. Dad made my older sister, Rhea, give up her south-facing bedroom, the largest in the apartment. Mom gave me the new clothes she bought for Rhea. Even my younger brother, Caleb, who had always hated me, made me a birthday cake himself. They all hoped that I would get better, even though they forgot my actual birthday. So as not to disappoint them, I forced a smile. However, the next instant, Caleb threw the cake in my face. “I told you she was faking! If she really was depressed, how could she smile so easily?” Rhea rushed in from outside, her eyes red-rimmed. “You can just tell u