Isabella Swan Birthday Novels & Stories

(Shania) “Just be happy and okay, I mean It's not bad to meet them,” Isabella said, trying to coax me into going to some dinner gathering. I hated the idea of it, it sickened me to the core. But I wasn't going to let Madeline's presence affect my birthday mood. It was my birthday, I was turning 21 years, and I couldn't be any happier. If my dad were here. He would have done so much to please me

" Isabella", he called the little girl. She smiled at her new name, she seems to love it more. The girls are so innocent and young, why will someone think of doing that to them. " Today is my birthday", Isabella said quietly as she played with a tendril of her hair. Leo closed his eyes, he completely forgot about her birthday and she told him about it yesterday. " Happy birthday", Leo winced, the words came out forced. He cleared his throat and saw the girl staring at him with her doe green eyes.

"Xavier I don't understand whatever it is you are saying. You and I both know that memories of that throne room still hunts you. So I don't see why you should see a big deal out of whatever you saw in the cell room. "No, it's different. I think Isabella has something to do with crescent moon pack." He moved back slightly and increased his personal pace. "Don't tell me you think that lady is somehow related to the Crescent Moon pack." "Could she be the Princess?" He raised his brows and swallowed hard. "For all we know Xavier, the princess is long gone. Don't be sarcastic." "We presumed that she's. We never found her." "She definitely would be. She wouldn't have lasted in the woods."

But the corner of my lips lifted anyway as I dipped my head in greeting. “Well,” I said quietly, amused despite myself. “That was impressive. How are you this evening, Isabella?” Her eyes sparkled. “I’m well, Alpha,” she chirped proudly. I crossed my arms slowly and tilted my head. “And how old are you now?” She puffed out her chest. “Twelve, Alpha.” I raised a brow. “Twelve?” She nodded hard enough to rattle her curls. “Well then,” I said, crouching slightly in front of her to lower myself to her height. “Twelve is an important age. Do you know that?”

Nathan said, finally appearing to brood on his ending statement in his characteristically sentient manner. “You guys are getting me scared here,” I complained, rubbing my hands over my head. Isabella came over to pet me, so I picked her up and placed her in my arms. "Don't be, sir; I think we’re losing time. Listen to our plan. I think you have a shot.” Owen blurted in a hurry. “Yes.” I echoed, sitting up to listen. “Tomorrow is her birthday. Organize a surprise party and seize the moment to show how much you care. I would have loved to give you additional hints, but I think it's past five minutes already, and Mom must be on her way here right now."

A soft knock on the door woke Isabella Stark from her beauty sleep. She could hear the bustling of activities downstairs and in the courtyard. She remembered that today was her wedding day. She suddenly felt a tight nudge in her belly. In a few hours, she would be married to the crown prince of the Netherlands—her childhood betrothed and fiancé of over ten years. “Yes, come in,” she answered. The maid entered, smiling sheepishly at her. “Good morning, my lady. Hope your night was blissful?”

Theo asked. I looked at Isabella. I didn’t know what I hadn’t ever thought of asking for my son's birthday. “His birthday is in a week and two days.” She said like she read my mind. “June 15th.” “Oh.” I said. “Well, what do you want to do for your birthday?” We spent the rest of dinner making plans about Theo’s birthday.

Isabella Vale-Black’s first birthday was a grand yet intimate celebration at the family estate. Balloons in soft pastels floated everywhere, and a massive cake shaped like a castle sat proudly on the main table. The little girl, now walking with determined steps and babbling constantly, was the center of attention as she smashed her tiny hands into the frosting.

Christian smiled but said in a serious tone, “Now, you have just become a Sherian model. So I want to see how well you will do. Silje Kim, don’t disappoint me.” *** “Happy birthday to you, happy birthday too you.” Clink! The sounds of the champagne glasses announced the start of the party. The guests were gathered in the impressive Bruntland mansion for a birthday party. “Happy birthday, Rolf!” Everyone was smiling happily, but the owner of the castle, Rolf, looked unhappy.

Iris asked her cheekily while in return Isabella simply frowned at her. "What's tomorrow?" she asked her in utter confusion looking at all of them. "Don't tell me boss didn't you, yet?" Iris exclaimed more like asked her. "Tell me what, Iry?" Isabella again asked not able to understand a single word. "Tomorrow is boss' birthday and as usual there will be a lavishes party in the mansion." Iris informed Isabella while she looked at her in complete shock after getting the new sudden information. "Nick's birthday?" she asked again unknowingly mentioning by the nickname she use to call him with.