Paper Crown For Birthday Novels & Stories

There were old nail polish bottles Adrian had insisted on keeping. Trophies from games. Pictures of us, every version of us. And then on the table, a small cake sat in the center. Adrian turned to me, smiling. “Happy birthday, Logan.” I blinked, I didn’t celebrate my birthday. I never had and never wanted to. But Adrian always did something. Something small. Something like this. Every year without fail.

One of them forces a princess tiara onto my head. The house looks like something out of that show on TV about the spoiled sixteen-year-old brats who always get “surprised” with a car at the end. All the boys are on one side of the room scarfing down food, while all the girls jump around and sing off key. There are bodies everywhere. I don’t even know half of these people, I’m sure. There’s a giant Tiffany Blue three-tiered cake with a silver, glittery “D” topper with gift bags surrounding it. Is it my birthday or Taylor Swift’s?

We sing Happy Birthday and eat cake while Caren opens her gifts. We have never had much spare money to spend on frivolous items, so we only ever get a few presents. This year was no different. We have always made our own cards though. She opened her card from me. I am guessing she liked it as she came over and hugged me, telling me how much she loved it. It wasn’t anything special, it was just a picture of us with the saying ‘Best friends are we, my big sister Caren and me.’ I pressed some of her favorite flowers for the trimmings. Mom's card was simple, but she has been working more shifts at the diner recently, she wanted to spend a little more on Caren's present this year.

It was a half hour later when Chan stared with disbelief at the cupcake that looked very much like a cup of hot chocolate in front of her. It was beautifully made with white fondant as the cup and handle and the chocolate meringue as the hot chocolate. On top of this sat a pretty little candle. “What is it for?” she asked, pointing chopsticks at it. “It’s your birthday cake,” replied Dara proudly. “Since you made it quite clear you don’t want a party or fancy birthday cake with the number twenty-five on top of it, Soriya and I made an executive decision we’d just go with the cupcake.”

Daisy points. "That is for mommy, your grandmas, and aunty." I pull the ribbon off the box and pull out a Laurel wreath-type crown. Instead of laurel leaves, it has oak leaves and a few roses and daisies but gilded in precious metals. I turn to the hairdresser who just finished my hair "would you mind adding this." She smiled and nodded. My hair was in a low loose bun. She did it exactly how I wanted it, and the wreath crown will be perfect since it only went around the back of my head. Tonight, my marks would be on full display as I received my Luna mark and my connecting markings. I turn to my family and pull out three sets of hair combs. Each set has an oak leaf, a rose, and a daisy. The

She explained. "Baaa?" I asked, horrified. That crow made a similar sound. "Yeah, but honestly, it could've been a random coincidence. You know how superstitions are. Don’t overthink it."She shrugged. Too late! My mind was going haywire with thoughts. I stored the crazy bird thought in my panic folder as we moved on with our day. I pulled out a fresh cake, carefully piping chocolate words across the surface. Pierce’s favorite black forest. I took off my ring for precision and wrote My Baby in swirly letters across the top.

He frowned then, tipping his head up to look at me, "It's says from The Winchesters." Now, it was my turn to frown, I snatched both the paper and box from him, turning it over and sure enough, it was Dahlia's messy scribbling on the white parchment. And it read, I know this might not seem like much but congratulations on your coronation. I'm sure you would make a fine Queen. Anyway, I'm due in a week and I have a feeling you and my baby are going to be sharing the same birthdays. Mom made this for you, remember how you used to gobble them down whenver she made them. Here's your chance.

"Thank you all for attending my birthday banquet tonight. I've prepared a small gift here to add some excitement to the event for everyone's enjoyment. “Next month marks the seventeenth year since William Group entered Harbor City. I'd like to ask everyone here to help me come up with a celebration theme. The target audience is young people and trendsetters. The person whose theme is chosen will receive this gift." Duke Wilhelm raised his hand, and a servant promptly brought a tray onto the stage. On the tray was a dark-colored brocade box with its lid open, revealing an ancient crown nestled inside. The people below began to discuss in hushed tones. Duke Wilhelm's generosity was apparent. E

Alpha Caleb smiled, his eyes sparkling with pride. "My beloved children," he began, his voice brimming with emotion, "today, I present to you a symbol of your growth, resilience, and dedication. Inside this box lies the ancient crown, a symbol of authority and leadership that has been passed down through generations." Ethan and Ava exchanged glances, their hearts filled with a mixture of gratitude and awe. They approached the box, their hands trembling slightly as they lifted the lid. Nestled within was a magnificent crown, adorned with intricately carved symbols representing unity, strength, and wisdom.

This was almost an overwhelming surprise; I can't believe I had no idea. "We're doing gifts and cake here, then we'll all grab late dinner and go to a bar," Abby says, informing me of her schedule. "She even bought you a trashy 'birthday girl' tiara at the store today," Mark chuckles, passing Kent and me a beer. "Great," I mumble, pulling open the tab on top of my can. "This is going to be so fun; you know how many people will buy you a drink just because it's your birthday?"