Hermione Granger Birthday Mga Nobela at Kwento

Lucy was sold to Antonio Martinelli, the former boss of the biggest Italian mafia when she was 14 years old. After spending years in the "safe house," Lucy is delivered to his son Luca Martinelli, the new leader, as a birthday gift. Luca fights the urge to fall in love with the ebony beauty as Lucy attempts to keep a promise she made and regain her former self. Will they endure all the deceit, lust, murder, and betrayal committed in the name of love together?

Sophia is an Omega werewolf, the lowest-rank of their pack. When Moon Goddess Ashlea told her that Ace is her fated mate, the highest rank of their pack, she immediately told him about this but he rejected her during her birthday party. But Sophia knew from the very start that Olivia has something to do with this, and she is exploiting her powers and wealth to ruin Sophia's only happiness. With the help of her Step father Conan, they found out that there was a deep reason behind Ace rejecting Sophia...

She was born prematurely and with a twisted spine, she was belittled among everyone in the pack , she was the weakest in the pack.She was a disgrace most of all because she couldn't shift when she was 18 making matters worse for her . On her 26th birthday and on a full moon she shifted and found out the future Alpha was her mate. He was the next Alpha - strong and respected . It was a pairing that could never happen. He would be challenged ,an alpha has to be feared and people ought not to see him as weak.

Evangeline has a destiny...to be the greatest hunter ever born. Trained by her father, Evangeline has learned to be as cold and remorseless as the werewolves she hunts until her 18th birthday when everything changes. Meeting a strange wolf awakens something within her and Evangeline finds herself pitted against two worlds: the one she was raised in and the one that she was taught to loath. Has destiny played a cruel joke on her and she's fated to a wolf? Or is there another hunter hidden within her waiting to escape?

How I went from being a poor orphan to becoming a magical princess of an enchanted kingdom will never cease to amaze me"----- AZURA ******** "Rosella had never really believed in magic. Not until she woke up on her 18th birthday as a different person. Literally. All she wants is a logical explanation for her sudden red hair and blue eyes. But with the answers she seeks, comes a whole new family she never knew about, magical powers, enemies, secrets, a crown and a mysterious werewolf mate.

Katherine Elizabeth Douglas is a young journalist, unhappy with her job, but content in life with her best friends in the big city. At a night out for her birthday, she stumbles upon two very different men: the Prince Charming, and the Mysterious Hottie. They both bring her into a world that she never knew existed, but while one she can't seem to stay away from, the other can't seem to leave her alone. What happens when her world connects with theirs?

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.

My daughter accidentally scratched my husband's young mistress's face with her nails. For that, my husband had her fingers chopped off. Covered in blood, she came home seeking help, only to be assaulted by an intruder. I called my husband, crying, but his mistress's sweet voice answered the phone. "Stop using these lowly tricks to get Jack's attention. All you're doing is making him sick!" I begged my husband to take my call, but all I got in return was a barrage of insults. "Nothing is more important than Yvonne's face! I'm busy taking her to the hospital! I don't have time for your drama!" Later, my daughter's organs were removed by the intruder. Even in death, she was still tightly holding onto the birthday gift she had prepared for her father. My husband, a top lawyer, personally defended the criminal who assaulted our daughter. He let that man walk away scot-free after what he had done. On the day he celebrated his birthday with all our relatives, he finally knew that our daughter had died. He completely lost his mind.

Ten years ago, the Harrington family went through a home invasion. My mother, a maid, shielded Liam with her life. Holding my hands tight, Liam promised, "Andrea, don't worry. I'll protect you forever." I believed him. Our bond grew naturally, and we had a beautiful daughter together. Then, she was diagnosed with leukemia. In her last days, all she wanted was to spend one birthday with her dad. I called him, desperate to make it happen. "Millie doesn't have much time left. All she wants is one birthday with you. Can you come?" His voice on the other end went icy. "Really? This your latest stunt? Using your dead mom wasn't enough, now it's our daughter for pity? Disgusting." I tried to deny it, but he cut me off. "Don't mess with her head. Learn from Vivian—she's got a real heart." That night, our daughter passed away. Later, Vivian posted on social media: [Finally taking that couples' trip someone promised me!] I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I just texted Liam: [We're done.]

On my birthday, my husband, Adrian Grant, suddenly showed up with my adoptive younger sister, Bella Reed, and her child, Tia Reed. When it was time to head out, he naturally arranged for Bella to sit in the front passenger seat. Then he turned to me and said calmly, "Tia gets carsick easily. The back seat is full of stuff. Since you're healthy, just take the bus." Our friends immediately chimed in, one after another, "You're the older sister. Taking care of your niece is only right." Four cars were heading out, yet not one seat was left for me, the supposed main character of the day. I sat on the bus, swallowing my grievance, and saw Adrian and Bella interacting ambiguously in the group chat. They were even talking about topics I knew nothing about. When I opened the newly sent video, nothing except leftovers remained on the table prepared for me. Adrian even treated the birthday cake I had carefully prepared as dessert, spoon-feeding it to Bella and her daughter. Someone finally couldn’t stand it anymore and asked whether this was appropriate. Adrian, who was carefully wiping Bella’s mouth, didn’t even look up. "We’re all family. Julia won’t be angry." At that point, our seven-year marriage came to its end.