Jace Norman Birthday

On my fifteenth birthday, I begged my mom to teach me how to make a cream cake from scratch. We only had cream at home. No flour. So we went out to buy some. When we came back, we didn't walk into a birthday surprise. We walked in on my father pressing a strange she-wolf down onto the dining table. Cream was smeared all over her bare body. That night ended with my parents signing the Mating Dissolution Agreement. From that day on, cake became my nightmare, a taboo I could never touch. The night I mated with Alpha Kaelen of the Shadow Pack, amidst the pain and pleasure of his marking bite, I whispered in his ear. "Honey, if you ever want to end our mating, just bring me a cake." He frowned, his eyes burning with possessiveness, and kissed the words away. "Don't talk nonsense, Seraphina. You are my fated mate. How could I ever let you go?" Later, on his birthday, his intern secretary Elena ordered a three-tier luxury cake. Kaelen went into a rage, throwing both the cake and the intern out the front door. Back then, I was moved, even telling him not to be so harsh on a low-ranking wolf for my sake. But six months later, Elena had been promoted to Kaelen's personal assistant. On my birthday, she walked into my laboratory, swinging her hips, holding a burnt, homemade cake. I called Kaelen, asking him to remove the provocative item. On the other end of the line,his tone was casual. "Elena put her heart into making that for you. It would be cruel to throw it away. Be a good girl, don't be so sensitive. Have the grace of a Luna." The phone slipped from my hand. It turned out my mother wasn't wrong. Cake really is best served with a side of rejection papers.

The day my son is born, my husband holds him tightly, looking overjoyed. However, while I'm asleep, he secretly swaps my son with the child next door—his first love's baby. I act like I know nothing and arrange for someone to switch the babies back. My husband wants me to raise someone else's child as my own but has no idea he's not even the father of my son. Ten years later, I transfer all my assets to my son's name as a birthday gift. That's when my husband's first love, Amanda Larkin, crashes the birthday party. She looks at me smugly and says, "The son you've treasured for the past decade is actually mine!"

On her birthday, Vicky Shaw's beloved husband, Tyler Hart, was found to be having a candle light dinner with his childhood sweetheart. The birthday present he gave her was a text message requesting a divorce.During their three years of marriage, she did everything she could to keep him with her, throwing all the beds in the other rooms when he was not in the house so he had nowhere else to sleep other than with her.After a fateful car crash, however, she had amnesia and was no longer the woman who loved him deeply. When Tyler finally visited her in the hospital, the first thing he asked was to get her to agree to the divorce. The new Vicky agreed immediately.Everyone knew how much the old Vicky loved Tyler. Only Tyler knew he had loved her dearly.

After I succeed in helping my wife, Claire Gibson, establish her company, I decide to become a full-time stay-at-home dad without a worry in the world. Since my daughter, Nancy Davidson's 10th birthday is coming soon, I want to make the event fancy. So, I decide to place an order on Hill Hotel's birthday banquet services, where one full table of food costs 18 thousand dollars. When I'm swiping my card, the hotel employee shoots me a look. "Mr. Davidson, your card can barely foot for a 500-dollar bill." Embarrassed, I go home and question Claire about the family's finances. She looks at me apologetically instead. "My company has been participating in a bidding process lately. The newly-appointed governmental senior official is a greedy one, you see. I've spent quite a lot of money in bribing him just to get things done. "Once my cash flow is back, I'll definitely throw Nancy a fancy birthday banquet!" In a considerate manner, I tell Claire that I completely understand her situation. But soon, I start calculating the assets I still have. After all, my dad is the newly-appointed official. There aren't any bidding processes going on in the government at all. I'd like to see where on earth Claire has spent all of her money.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

On my 22nd birthday, my uncle Scott discovered my diary. After he found out about my secret love for him, he sent me overseas. He then spent hundreds of thousands, marrying the love of his life.

“We love you, Mia,” Jace said and came closer to me. “Just give us a chance to love you, Mia,” Jaxon added from behind. “We would never fuck around as your scum ex-husband did, Baby” Jaxon always so impatient added as well and pulled me into his embrace. ************** Mia was mistreated in her previous marriage because of barrenness. Eventually, she gets pregnant and returns to inform her husband, Beta Hudson of the Silver pack. What did she see? Hudson's face was buried in between the legs of an unknown woman. Mia is heartbroken and decides to fight off the woman, but she is beaten to a pulp, resulting in a miscarriage. Now she is done with the suffering and decides to leave this hell of a marriage behind. She decides to heal off, but what happens when she runs into the arrogant Alpha Triplets of the Moonclaw pack? It turns out they're her second-chance mates. Mia is mad at the moon goddess for matching her up again. Now will she accept them, or will she also reject them?

I couldn't tell him that I was pregnant. I was 18 confused and pregnant but still it was a secret from him. Five years later I’m confessing the truth to him but only because I have no other options, he is the only person that can keep us safe. I’m back but only because He is my last hope of getting through this predicament I find myself in. The plan is straight forward; Get what I need and get the hell away from him before I end up getting my heart broken by him again. I am going to ignore how my heart his smile make me feel butterflies. How his velvet voice turns me on. How his touch makes my Heartbeat faster. I can’t let Jace Harrington ruin me again, this time it’s not just my heart that is on the line but that of my little kids also.

Three souls. One bond. No way out. When Alpha wolf Rhett Calder arrives at the Moon Summit to broker peace between warring packs, the last thing he expects is to be hit with the mating bond. Twice. He’s fated to Mira Ellan, a sharp-tongued enforcer with a painful past and zero interest in destiny. But the bond doesn’t stop there—it also pulses between Rhett and a complete stranger: Jace Rowan, a quiet Beta with haunted eyes and a loyalty that runs deep. Neither man has ever desired another male, yet their souls burn for each other with the same pull they feel for Mira. Confused, drawn, and dangerously tempted, the three are forced together by fate—and hunted by those who see their triad as a threat to tradition. As the mating bond tightens and ancient power awakens, passion turns into loyalty, and strangers into something much more. But when secrets surface and betrayal lurks in the shadows, love alone may not be enough to protect them. Because the most dangerous thing in the world… is a bond the old world refuses to accept.

Lyla had dedicated her whole life into loving her husband and he had in turn paid her with loyalty, or so she thought. Until she finds out that her best friend gave birth to a replica of her husband. After much interrogation she finds out that her husband cheated on her with her best friend because according to her “She was barren”. She walked away in anger only to find herself in the worst scenario ever. She had an accident and not just an accident, an accident that claimed the life of the only child of the prime minister. Only for her to discover that it was all planned by her best friend. Heartbroken, she vows to repay them for all they did and this time she is not alone, Jace, her ex-husband's enemy comes with a proposal, he would save her from the mess and in turn she would help him ruin Chad . She agrees to the contract marriage but as time goes they find themselves torn between their wants and their desires.