Isabella Swan Birthday Novels & Stories

Lewis retorted nonchalantly, looking very unconcerned. "Of course not." Isabella then added, with surprise, "How did you know today was my birthday?" She hadn’t told anyone about it, not even Cecilia, her best friend in school. She didn’t usually celebrate her birthday because that was the day her father abandoned her mother in the hospital and fled. For her, celebrating her birthday was a painful reminder for her mother, so she didn’t even bother to celebrate or hardly remembered that it was her birthday. "Isabella, I have my own ways," Lewis said cheekily.

Isabella's voice trailed off, her mind unable to comprehend the depth of betrayal that surrounded her. Isabella's father, Aaron, shared a special bond with James Harrison, his best friend who was Isabella's godfather. The two were inseparable, often referred to as the "swan brothers" due to their close friendship. *******FLASHBACK****** On Isabella's 24th birthday, the family gathered at home to celebrate the occasion. Excitement filled the air as Isabella and her sister, Emily, eagerly awaited their father's return after a phone call with James Harrison about an important business deal that couldn't wait. Aaron and Isabella's mother, Evelyn, assured them they would be back soon, leaving the

He tried to get on to his feet, wincing in pain as he did so. Isabelle did not appear to be fazed by this new turn of events. Her face twisted into a sneer. “So, Oswald, do you want to show me what you’re made of?” David stepped inside. “What have you done to her?” “Isabelle has become a member of the Brethren!” Belinda was aware of movement behind her and she twisted round to see the bar emptying through the back door with the entrance of David Oswald. Isabelle seemed to notice this too and she laughed. “They might be scared of you, Oswald, but I’m not!”

After taking a warm shower , I picked my blue suit , it always had the good luck charm attached, I effortlessly knotted my tie and picked my briefcase, heading downstairs I was welcomed with a conscience awakening aroma , I was almost used to this , mary never seized to surprise me , opening the plat way my e's scrambled eggs tasted, my eyes unconsciously closed to savour the sweetness, it is extremely delicious. I heard footsteps in the kitchen , that should be joan or mary tidying up the place , I concluded. I saw the entering figure of a younger woman with Jean bum shorts and a shoulder length Polo, it was isabella. "Good morning" she greeted smiling like a tutor whose student made proud

"But it doesn't matter. That little bastard won't be wearing them anyway. Keeping them is bad luck. I got rid of them for you; you should thank me." I stared at her, my nails digging deep into my palms. "You're faking it." "Is this your first day realizing that?" Isabella laughed, trembling with mirth. "Only a moron like Lucas believes I have the IQ of a five-year-old. But thanks to you being so stupid and swallowing everything, I got to play this game for so long." She stepped closer, lowering her voice. "How did the Wolfsbane taste?" "Too bad you didn't die. But I'm so happy that bastard in your belly is dead."

Rose snapped her husband angrily and then turned towards Evandor again. “I believe you. Tell me more about her. Who is she? What is she? What is her name? Does she look exactly the same? Everything! Tell me bloody everything!” said Rose in a cheerful tone. “I don’t know her first name. Her surname is swan and yes, Ms. Swan does look exactly the same. She is the walking and talking carbon copy of Isabella” said Evandor happily. He was beyond happy to know that his love has come back after centuries of waiting.

In her words, not mine. I was sure my parents wouldn't mind if she didn't serve their meals and I certainly didn't have a problem with another servant bringing me snacks, but the woman was persistent. “You seem to have forgotten what day this is,” she started quietly. “Huh?” A puzzled expression crossed my face. “Something important is happening today?” The look on her face confirmed it. “Yes, Miss Annabelle. It's a day you've been looking forward to. Twelfth of June, remember? You even marked it on your calendar,” she stated.

Isla answered in a steady voice. She raised her chin and set her mouth firmly. A corner of Harry's mouth twitched as he leaned forward and whispered in her ear. "It's not even your real birthday," he said quietly. What did that even mean? Isla leaned away from him as another flash of anger sparked through her. "Excuse me? I believe you are mistaken once again. Today is the twenty-first time I've celebrated my birthday on this day." "Ah, that you've celebrated it. Today is simply the twenty-first anniversary of the day your father came to pick you up from my castle," he said slowly, as if she were dumb.

She cried until they reached her destination. Isabella had always wanted a small wedding. So she organized for a garden wedding with only a hundred guests. Just close friends and family. The shock on her face when she arrived and the venue was already filled with over five hundred people was completely real. There were so many people that she couldn’t identify it seemed the ceremony had already started without her. She wondered how that was possible.

ISABELLA POV “Happy birthday Bella” Bianca says from across me, “Maybe this year you can finally get your hands on some hot man in finance” She giggles further drunk out of her mind I shake my head at her, my head spinning, my eyes moving across the crowd of club-goers, today is my birthday and by tomorrow my Dad is finally allowing me to be his chief finance officer. “A dream come true” I whisper downing the last of my drink. “What?” Bianca lifts a brow in my direction slowly bobbing her head to the music, her eyes glazed over with champagne