Happy Birthday Sweetie

On her 18th birthday, Nyx James discovers her fated mate is the one man her father forbade — Alpha Kael. But when his brother attacks her, she awakens a deadly power, leaving her enslaved and branded a killer. Rescued by the ruthless Wolf King, Alpha Kyo, she finds shelter in his shadows… until secrets unravel. Betrayed, blinded, and broken, Nyx must fight to reclaim her destiny — or lose herself to the wolves who swore to destroy her.

Princess Daniella the dearest Princess of kingdom X found out a big secret about her life on her eighteenth birthday which made her stuck in a situation where she had to make a very tough decision She either sacrifice herself to save her kingdom or run away in a cowardly manner... and allow her kingdom to be taken over by other contenders. The decision was a tough one to make for her... But eventually she did... What was her final decision? Read this book to find out...

I make my final phone call to my boyfriend when a murderer is hunting me down. He thinks I'm messing with him and hangs up on me. That destroys the final sliver of hope I have for survival. He's celebrating his childhood friend's birthday when I'm being murdered. Later, as a restorative embalmer, he receives a body to restore. He loses his mind when he restores my shattered skull and realizes the body is mine.

Sasha’s first night as an escort pulls her into the orbit of Crest Harvey. Her entire life becomes a whirlwind of luxury, passion and romance. She wasn’t supposed to love him, but loving Crest means learning his world, a world of secrets, guarded wounds, and traditions she’s suddenly a part of. When a Greek island birthday trip turns into a love story she never saw coming, the biggest twist arrives back home… a tiny heartbeat that could change everything.

On your birthday, you find out your boyfriend’s been hiding his billionaire heir status—and worse, he’s got an arranged fiancée. Heartbroken, you almost end up having a steamy night with his father. And your boyfriend still wants to win you back and accidentally drags you into the world of werewolves. To your shock, you discover you're the Fated Mate of both the Alpha father and son. Now, they both want you. The choice is yours.

Dustin Fox worked hard for the Wyatt family for more than ten years and was exhausted, both physically and mentally. His body was covered in scars because of it. When he dragged his wounded body back to celebrate Amara’s birthday, he was told that the Wyatt family did not care for “useless crap,” and the Wyatt sisters kicked him out as if he were an unwanted dog. Disappointed, Dustin decided to live for himself. In the end, the Wyatt sisters begged him for his forgiveness.

Business tycoon Kieran Kingsley swears that he will never marry. That is, until one day, a young wife is forced upon him. From that day on, Mr. Kingsley's life takes on a new chapter!"Mr. Kieran, Ms. Valerie just wrecked the Chesters' home.""Is she happy yet?""No …""Get a few more of our men to help her out.""Mr. Kieran, Ms. Valerie got into a fight with someone. The other party has just been admitted into the hospital.""Is she happy yet?""No …"Kieran carries on with his work. "Let her continue."One day, Kieran finds out that Valerie Wood got herself into a fight again. "Valerie Wood, do you need me to teach you a lesson?""Honey, you were never like this before," Valerie whines.Kieran points at her tummy. "Were you pregnant before?"At seven months pregnant, Valerie still gets herself into a fight? She succeeds in scaring the other party off and gets Kieran so scared that he nearly loses his mind. But she is elated that she won without doing anything!

I died on the day I won the Global Medical Doctorate Award. Fresh from celebrating the sixteenth birthday of my younger sister, my parents, brother, and my fiancé finally returned home, but it was three hours after my death. My family photos were beaming with happiness on social media, while I laid in the suffocating basement drenched in blood. Before I died, I had struggled to slide my tongue across my phone screen in a desperate attempt to call for help. My parents and brother had blocked my number. Only my fiancé answered my call. The moment his voice came through, he snapped, "Winona, Winnie's sixteenth birthday is important. Stop trying to hijack attention with your pathetic excuses. Enough with the theatrics!" It murdered my last spark of survival. In that electronic death rattle, my heart flatlined. The 100th time they chose her. The 100th time they abandoned me for her. But it was also the last time. They thought I had ran way to get their attention again, and that if they taught me a harsh lesson, I would come crawling back pathetically. But not this time. Because I didn't leave home. I had been lying in the basement of my house.

On my fiftieth birthday, my grandson pouted when he saw the present I had given him and complained, “Grandma Cecil at the Emerald Manor has a cooler present for me. It was a Transformer toy that flies.” I was confused by this remark. Emerald Manor was one of the wedding gifts offered when I got married. My husband was not fond of this place because it was too far away from the city, so I have rarely been here as well, and it has been vacant ever since. As we stood outside the manor, I could hear the cheery voices coming from inside the house. My husband and my adopted son were inside celebrating the birthday of the owner of the manor. The Grandma Cecil my grandson referred to was the childhood sweetheart of my husband, Cecil Houston, who was married off far away a long time ago. She remained as beautiful as she once was and was snuggled in my husband’s arms, surrounded by my children. I have dedicated myself to the Blightwells for two decades. This entire time, Cade has taken my commitment as nothing but a joke. When I was reincarnated, I found myself on the wedding day. I listened to the clamoring noises and lifted the veil to see the commotion. It was time to start over.

After helping my husband build his business from the ground up, I settled into life as a full-time housewife. When our daughter's tenth birthday approached, I planned to host a grand celebration for her. I booked a party that cost 2 thousand dollars per table. But when I swiped my card at the hotel, the staff gave me a strange look. "Mrs. Richmond, this card doesn't even have fifty dollars in it to charge." Flushed with embarrassment, I went home to confront my husband. He wore an apologetic expression. "Lately, the company's been competing for contracts. The new government official is insatiably greedy, and I've had to spend a lot under the table to smooth things over. Once the funds turn around, I'll make sure our daughter gets the grand birthday she deserves." I gave him a gentle, understanding smile—but as soon as I turned away, I began tallying our assets. Because that so-called "new government official" was none other than my father. And in his office, there hadn't been any bids or contracts at all. Now I intended to find out exactly where my husband had spent all our money.