Happy Birthday To My Bestie นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Selene said as everyone looked at her. Just what is this that is about to befall them. HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME💪🎂 JEEZ IT'S BEEN A RIDE, GOD BLESS ME AND Y'ALL. THANK YOU FOR SUPPORTING ME EVEN THOUGH I AM NOT THE MOST CONSISTENT PERSON ON PLANET EARTH. THANK YOU. _ELLA💜

It was humorous, yet endearing. “...I simply want to wish you a happy birthday, mom. You are the best mom in the world and I couldn't have asked for more. Thank you for being my mom. You're my superhero and my best friend. I know we'll celebrate lots of birthdays together. Mine's coming soon too. We'll be together forever and live happily ever after, mom. Happy birthday once again. I love you…”

"It's George's birthday! And it would make him really happy if you were there. You are his best friend." Fùck. How could I forget? Tomorrow is my birthday. And I'm not happy about it. ****

Jace stood in the middle of the crowd with a glass. "Today marks another additional year to the life of my two bestfriends,my gee,Mason who stood by me at all times,infact he's no longer my bestfriend,he's my brother and my muffin and girlfriend,Michelle,you are my everything,you brought happiness to my life,I love you..." "Awnnn..." "I wanna wish you Happy birthday,many more years to come,I wish you best of Heaven's blessings, everybody, please,let's toast to a new beginning for them,cheers!!!."

I repeated, a sob of laughter bubbling up. Becky wrapped her arms around me in a fierce hug. "They never forgot you, Millie. And today, we’re going to prove that you’re still here. Now, come on. Up! We have a birthday to get ready for! Today is going to be perfect. I can feel it." And for the first time in a long, long time, as I looked at the cascade of good wishes on my screen and felt the solid, loving presence of my best friend, I actually believed it could be.

She said, and I sighed in relief. "Thanks, baby. It would be best if you got some sleep," I told her. "Yeah, I'm about to go to sleep now. It's been a long day. and Keith, happy birthday."She said, and I smiled. "Thanks love," I told her and hung up the phone. I almost forgot it was my eighteenth birthday. It might not have gone through the way I thought it would, but there was one thing I was sure of This was the best birthday I had ever had in my life. I closed my eyes and dreamed about the most beautiful girl in the world. Ebony, my mate!

Roman's familiar script filled the page. Dearest Serena, On this day, the day you came into the world, I want you to know how you’ve changed mine. Every laugh, every touch, every moment with you feels like a gift. You’ve brought light into my life in ways I never imagined. I love your strength, your kindness, the way your eyes sparkle when you’re happy. Today is about celebrating you, but every day with you is a celebration for me. Thank you for being you. I love you more than words can say. Happy birthday, my love.

I rolled my eyes before forcing a smile on my face. “Bestie, I thought you wouldn't make it. What kept you away? Did something happen at home?” she asked, I could hear the I sincere concern in her voice. I shook my head, not sure I could retain my scorn if I spoke. She claims to be my best friend when she doesn't even know my birthday, how cute! “Yeah, I thought I would make it too, it's my birthday too, I should also have time alone with myself.” I said without thinking and when I realised what I’ve done I clasped my hand to my mouth.

It literally makes me the happiest and everyone sang the birthday song for me. I blow out the candle wholeheartedly, they then clapped and greeted me with congratulations, and some of my guests hugged me tenderly. It was a very simple celebration, our neighbors’ were there. They said they got invited together by Ian Peterson, my best friend since childhood and the only male friend I ever had. This was supposed to be a secret, but you know what? I learned a few years ago that my weird secret admirer was no other than Ian himself...

I can't believe I'm such an idiot; that money could have gotten me far. I pushed the bag off the table, causing it to fall to the floor, where Harvey picked it up. "Please sit," he replied. Harvey was my other friend; he was the most concerned of the three of us, perhaps too kind, as he was always so sweet to give me a foot massage when I returned home fatigued from the night shift. Jake, my third apartment neighbor, even taunted Harvey about having a crush on me, which he neither denied nor accepted, which made me happy because I didn't view him that way.