Paper Crown For Birthday Novels & Stories

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.

At the center stood a massive three-tier fondant cake with a little figurine of a boy wearing a birthday crown perched on top. A cheerful birthday song echoed through the private room. Dad, dressed in a crisp suit, wore a warm, gentle smile I had never before seen on his face. He was holding Thomas' hand, guiding him as they cut into the enormous cake together. Thomas, wearing a sparkling little suit and a birthday crown, looked exactly like a little prince from a fairy tale. Relatives filled the seats around them, and everyone was applauding, looking at Thomas with the most adoring gazes.

Cain says. I look from one brother to the other. This is so weird. Why have they bought me presents? I don’t need presents. I haven’t celebrated my birthday in three years, not since I was with my parents. It feels weird to be thinking of celebrating it now and especially with Aeron and Cain. I shake my head, forcing myself to be obedient. To play along. I pick a box that’s small, lightweight. Carefully, I unwrap it and inside the box is a ring. It’s gold with a strange emblem on it. I frown looking at it.

Daddy, Mommy, Arian, Jeffy, Ricky, Selena, Nanny, Uncle Butler Lee, all the staffs in the mansion and even a classical music orchestra! They played the violin and Cello while his family sang a not too....out of pitch...birthday song. The music ended and everyone cheered. Even Old uncle butler Lee wore a birthday cap! Tommy's happy smile increased. Mom Rose held a little blue and white cake in the shape of his signature look, a face cap. 'HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TOM CAT!' Was written boldly on it. The chubby foodie quickly made a wish and blew the six candles before giving everyone a hug. In return, they gave him their first wrapped gifts of the day. A lot was still coming up.

And In big letters it was written - Happy Birthday Y/N I can't believe! It's the first time this is happening! It was decorated but still simple. Just the way I like it. I felt happy... There was something else... A bottle of strawberry milk and banana Cheese bread. Why was it there? I took it out and a small note fell from it. The same type of blue card that I get with the flowers! It said~ Did you had breakfast today? If not then have this. I know strawberry milk is your favourate.

"What?" "It's a red velvet cake. Not your favourite, I know. But it's still cake. Okeke's gone to SaveRite to pick up snacks and cool drinks. It's not much, but it's the best we could do without the school governing body getting a hernia, you know, for using school funds and all." Marybeth gaped at her, utterly puzzled by the last sixty seconds. "It's not my birthday. My birthday is in December." "I know that, Dummy!" Scarlett rolled her eyes. "It's for your bridal shower slash wedding celebration. Smith felt horrible for missing your nuptials—"

"After the party." The party ended a little bit later than I thought but I didn't complain because of Kary whose excitement knew no bounds. She'd had the best birthday party any girl could ever wish to have and she went to bed with a smile on her face, clutching the sterling silver tiara necklace with her name engraved on it that her father had gifted her.

Zebe shouted, raising his left hand high, his smile bright and eager. I couldn’t help but laugh softly, then turned my gaze to their father. Dark was gently rocking our youngest child in his arms, his eyes focused entirely on the four boys gathered in front of their enormous birthday cake. The cake was decorated in gold and black with the number eight standing proudly on top, surrounded by intricate designs that sparkled under the warm lights. Our twins were joyfully playing nearby with their Uncle Virgo, giggling loudly as they ran in tiny circles.

So far, she had not judged me and that alone made me happy. "Let’s go party." I said with a bright smile. I held her closely, lacing my fingers through hers and together we walked back downstairs. Immediately I got downstairs the music and laughter from the party enveloped me. For a moment, I let myself breathe, to enjoy the remaining part of the day. It was my birthday anyway and nothing would ruin it. I adjusted my cufflinks as I walked through the crowd. A pure silver custom made cufflinks with the Thornhill crest on it, My father gifted me this wonderful piece just this morning.

Everyone scrambles to their places, and by everyone, I mean; Ray, Beth, Noah, Lizzy and Ajax. Wren has no idea they’re all here, she has no idea what I have planned. She thinks it’s Hannah’s birthday party, but what she doesn’t know is Hannah asked for a special birthday gift. Speaking of Hannah, she bounces up to me in a pink tulle dress, and a birthday crown on her head. She’s got splatters of glitters on her face and I know Judi put them there. That’s going to be a bitch to take off. But she likes it, so we’ll have to endure.