Isabella Swan Birthday Novels & Stories

“What's your name? “he broke the ice and said it like it was nothing. “Are you asking me? “I took a hearing aid out of my ear. “Yes, who else would I ask that question to if it's just the two of us going here? “This time he took off his glasses and wanted to penetrate me with his eyes, they were honey colored, but I could perceive something else about him, something that only us women can feel when a guy tries to see you with that mischievousness. “My name is Isabella, but I feel better if you just call me Isa," I answered kindly, "What's your name?

Sophia's POV Isabella's fifteenth birthday fell on a Sunday. She'd asked for one thing this year. Not a party. Not a gathering with the careful guest list and the proper tea service of her eighth birthday. Just the family. All of us, at home, with good food and the whole day unscheduled. "Just us," she'd said. "The whole day. Nothing organized." Isabella asking for nothing organized was its own kind of milestone. ---

Isla turned five on a Thursday. Not quietly. Nothing about Isla was quiet when it was significant and her birthday was significant in the way of all things she had decided deserved full acknowledgment. She had been planning since February. The purple notebook had an entire section devoted to it beginning on page thirty one with the heading BIRTHDAY in careful capitals and a small wolf sketch underneath that had improved considerably since the early pages. She woke up at six thirty. I know because she appeared in the doorway of our room at six thirty one with Grey and the carved wolf and the purple notebook and the expression of someone who had completed their overnight responsibilities and w

I asked to which he let out a sigh, "Isabelle called me and told me that she won't be able to come for the next three days." "Who's Isabelle?" I knitted my brows in confusion at the unfamiliar name. "My girlfriend," Mason replied with a hint of proudness in his tone, "Isabelle Hawks." "Ivy, sweetheart, your birthday is in two weeks!" Mom reminded with a grin, "we're going to have a blast. My baby's turning twenty!" I haven't celebrated my birthday in two years. I wasn't sure how I felt about a birthday party. My parents liked doing things grandly, like they'd invite a lot of people, probably the whole neighborhood.

Perhaps it was just the wind. A young girl appeared next to Natalia from nowhere. One second it was just Natalia, and then there were two. All eyes focused on the newcomer. “I am Isabella, sister to Nalalia and firstborn to the true King.” She surveyed the wolves and people standing on all sides of her. Her long brown hair was tied back in a braid and her face had been pierced with many diamond studs along her left eyebrow. “I come in peace.”

She looked back at Romeo. "Good.” Romeo smiled warmly. "I just need to ask you a few standard questions to check your brain function. It’s protocol. Can you tell me your full name?" "Isabella." She breathed out. "Isabella Santiago." Not Galante. Santioago. Mateo’s surname. I bit the inside of my cheek so hard I tasted copper. "Thank you, Isabella." Romeo nodded. "Can you tell me how old you are?" "Twenty-one." My chest caved in. She was twenty- nine. She had just lost eight entire years of her life. It was the time she married Mateo. The time before Elena.

She immediately went back to unlocking the box and for several seconds, she hissed and sighed, stressing over the passcode. "What now?" Isabella asked curiously. "Dad said the passcode was my birthday but I've tried it so many times yet it isn't working.” She replied. "Probably because your hands are all shaky. What is your birthday, let me try it." Isabella suggested. "It's 13/06/1996." "Woah, you're old!" Isabella joked as she quickly entered the codes. Chloe rolled her eyes as he watched her. "I'm just 25!"

I asked her calmly. "I'm going to visit Isabella's grave. I want you to come with me." She mumbled looking at her lap. I pulled her chin with my pointer finger and kissed her forehead and asked her, "Are you sure?" I asked, it was a big step for her. Isabella is her sister and she wants me to come to meet her. She nodded instantly. I smiled and pecked her forehead again. Athena's birthday too was coming in a week. I wanted to prepare something big for her. I was hell as confused about what to do for her. I should probably contact my entire family to prepare this. I want her birthday to be a happiest one for her to remember a lifetime.

And now, it seemed like she finally had the chance. The next day was a special day for Isabella, as it was her eighteenth birthday. However, the celebration was only held within the royal family as usual, with her three elder sisters and her mother, Queen Emilia, in attendance. Isabella had always felt a little left out when it came to family gatherings, as her sisters always seemed to be the center of attention.

Ken asked again when he got no reply. **** Flashback – 15 years ago **** March 17, 2016. “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you Bella………” Little Isabella blushed as her family sang and danced around her joyfully. It was her seventh birthday and the family was celebrating her in their usual manner of celebrating each other. Isabella was blessed to have a very joyous family and pack around her, even the pack had celebrated her also this morning as they danced around her and praised their upcoming Luna. She was the only chosen Luna by the moon goddess amongst the other wolves, so she was somehow treated specially.