Isabella Swan Birthday Novels & Stories

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.

She had always wondered why the maid stopped coming to give her food, after days of waiting she gave up and the maid never returned. “How many years has it been?” She asked “How many years has it been since when?” Sarah asked. “Since I’ve been locked up. How many years has it been since Valentine allegedly killed me?” She clarified. “My mother said it was a year after my brother Vladimir was born so I assume it’s been 23 years.” Sarah replied. Isabella looked away as tears threatened to spill from her eyes. Twenty-three years of her life has been in chains. She led the warlock community for ten years after assuming the throne from her father at the age of 15.

“And I’m glad your mother found me deserving.” “She did. She told me about you when I was twelve. Ever since then, I liked your name. And now that I’ve met you, well, you’re so handsome, too!” I bit my lips. He blushed and laughed. “How old are you now? And what’s your name?” “I am Isabella Garcia, and I’m eighteen,” I said with a smile. “That's cool. I’m going to be twenty soon.” “When will you become Alpha?... Alpha Dominic?” I tested the name on my tongue.

she said doubtfully feeling weird again as he stood looking down at her a little smile playing around his lips. “I was wondering whether you are free on the thirtieth of this month, I would like to invite you to my mom’s birthday party and by that time even the swimming pool will be ready. I had spoken about it to Gracie last night and she readily agreed. so will you come” As soon as Isabella heard Grace’s name she felt sour, she opened her mouth to speak but then shut her mouth again without saying anything. The last thing she wanted was to accompany Gracie she was a pain in the ass.

While it was going down, the power inside turned off. Isabella reminisced and still remembers when her mom was narrating, it was funny she rolled on the floor. Alexandria used her whole body when she was telling the story like really reliving what had happened. She didn't accept the role of the second wife, but they recognized Bella as their granddaughter, so they took them in. She was 16 years old when it was revealed to her. Pity, who knew after that she would disappear...

She seems to be in her own world somewhere inside her head, so Matteo tears his eyes away from her and goes to sit next to Vinnie. If he glances in her direction more often now, he doesn’t notice. Suddenly it’s like he’s very aware that she’s in the room, sitting on the couch across from him. “Your birthday is also in July, isn’t it?” Isabella asks her as she refills their glasses. Valentina nods, eyes flickering to Matteo for a split of a second. He catches it because he was looking at her first. “The 22nd.” She answers. “Are you going to be in Italy for it?”

she thought, a smile spreading across her lips. For the first time in a while, hope flickered in her chest—maybe, just maybe, Jackson’s presence could make everything feel right again. Isabella's giggle catch the attention of the cab driver, who inquired with a curious expression, “Miss, is it your birthday?” Isabella shook her head, smiling. ”It's my lovely fiance's birthday, and I want to surprise him before he goes to work.” “Ohh!” The driver mumbled. “That’s so nice of you dear.” He happily declared.

Even the birthday cake had been created by a well known sugar artist. Hearing all of that made me hesitate for a moment. It was obvious that Alexander cared deeply about Isabella. He had invested time, money, and attention into every detail of tonight’s celebration. A private birthday party held on September twentieth, prepared entirely for her. Isabella must have been overjoyed. In the end, I agreed to come. After landing, Julian and I freshened up quickly before heading straight to the venue. Since Isabella had only recently returned to the country, her social circle was still small. Most of the guests were people from her former variety shows and members of the cast from Empire of Shadows

18th birthday? No. That was weeks ago. My voice trembled as I whispered, “What day is it?” Mae paused, her fingers halting in my hair. “What?” I turned to face her fully, my hands gripping the vanity table so tightly my knuckles turned white. “Mae,” I said, barely able to get the words out. “What day is it?” She frowned at my odd behavior but answered anyway. “It’s the Pack's Mating Ceremony, and your 18th birthday, Isabella.”