Personalised Birthday Books For Adults นิยาย & เรื่องราว

" Not really. I only feel thankful for my life and the breath I have. There's no other thing that makes that day significant. My parents and siblings probably don't even recall my birthday's so the day is almost just like every other day. " " Okay... " " What about you and Mary? How do you two celebrate your birthday? " " Well... We go out to funfairs. Sometimes we throw a small party, mostly a beach party for Mary and her friends so they can all have fun. " " Oh wow. I never thought Mary was like a party person. " " Well she is... She just doesn't look like someone who is into partying that much... " " Hm... That's why it's said that we should judge a book by its cover.."

And there are only few creatures that can read it, a destined creature needs to have a hold of this book. But speaking of my birthday? Is it just a coincidence or what? It's also my twenty-fifth birthday so It really gave me goosebumps. If it is, then I still have to wait for a month but I need to make sure that I am included to the chosen creatures that for me to read it, but how?

That's exactly what I need right now, someone who can help me perfect every piece I am turning in. I glance over to his desk and see a pair of invitations. I grab one and view the envelope. It's light brown, with gold markings and old English letters. "What's this?" I ask, looking at it. He looks up from his papers and clears his throat. "It's the first event we're doing for Sebastian. He wants us to help with his sister's birthday in three weeks." my eyes gleam with joy. I haven't seen Cassidy since she was ten years old. This year, she'll be turning eighteen. "Really? Oh, wow. Oh, this looks elegant. Are we going?" I ask, making him grunt.

I say looking over at the one I had made of her and monkey for her birthday. “I’m glad you like it, now open the rest before my body starts shutting down without my coffee fix.” She laughs. I open the rest and I am extremely impressed with how she pulled these off; New clothes, shoes, a personalized number plate for my bike, a handmade voucher book specifically for sexual requests, a voucher for a couples spa day, a coffee mug with ‘Fuck Off’ written on the bottom, a Harry Potter keychain of dumbledors phoenix, the box set of the HP books though I think they were for both of us by look on her face, Gryffindor and Slytherin pjs, the latest Samsung cell phone with a HP phone case.

WARNING The following chapter contains acts of physical, mental, and sexual abuse. These acts may be triggers to some readers. Please continue with caution. Birthdays are supposed to be a celebration of being alive. It is a reflection of living another year, and the accomplishments that go with it. Some see it as a time for reflection, looking back on how much you have grown as a person. I truly believe that no one thinks that they are going to come face to face with death on their birthday. Fate is a tricky beast though and sometimes she has to bite you in order to push you over the ledge and into your destiny.

Conrad "It's your birthday tomorrow and you're turning 18, aren't you excited about it? If you're lucky enough then there's a chance that you'll find your mate tomorrow." Betty, my only friend here in North Carolina, happily reminds me as if I didn't know that already. I don't know why but it feels like she's more excited about my birthday than I am. I don't have anything against my birthday but it's just that I don't care about it anymore, there's nothing special about birthdays anymore or maybe that's just me being officially an adult now talking.

He always does something special on my birthday. Every year he will buy me a whole chocolate cake because he knows it is my favorite. Every year he will let me eat all of it and he will just watch me, amused at how I am able to finish a whole cake by myself. I stopped celebrating my birthday when he left. It felt empty when it was not with him. He always makes my birthdays more fun. I don't hold formal birthday parties since I would like to keep at least that part of me "private". I believed my birthday should at least be an excuse to give me a break on socializing with people I do not know nor hold any business with. But he, he always managed to make my day special. I don't need fancy balls

I drew in yet another shaky breath, about to scream again, but his soft tone caught me off guard. “I’ll leave you alone, Vivi.” He sniffled, tears still streaming down his cheeks. “I’ll do as you want; just please, take this with you.” He held a black book in front of me. “It’s your birthday in two days; I wanted to give you something before the date.”

I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

I did not mind it one bit, because I had a better surprise waiting in store. Whenever Julie's birthday rolled around, Sophie would be even better prepared than me. I did not even need to do anything because Sophie would have everything covered for Julie's birthday party. That year was arguably the most important one because it was Julie's 18th birthday—the year that marked her transition into adulthood.