Personalised Birthday Books For Adults Novels & Stories

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.”

Dave pov Whoever it was honestly deserved financial compensation and emotional gratitude for the rest of their life because those pictures… God. Those pictures destroyed me quietly. That night I stayed up organizing the birthday gifts properly. Not excessive. Not performative. Just thoughtful. I had customized video storybooks created using clips and photographs from the past few weeks. Little recorded narrations. Small memories. Tiny moments. I wanted the twins to know that despite arriving late into their lives, I was paying attention now.

But the moment she saw what was inside, her face dropped. Medical textbooks. Her enthusiasm drained instantly, replaced by sheer disbelief. “No sane person would give medical books as a birthday present!” she exclaimed, glaring at the stack. “Marvin is such an idiot! These things are so heavy, they could be used as weapons. I already read enough for my studies—why would I want more?” Her face had turned red with frustration as she continued ranting. “And he’s my fiancé! What kind of man gives his fiancée textbooks for her birthday? Does he think we’re living in the 18th century?”

doing so. He made me promise not to open it until I was inside, which I figured was his way of saying, 'when he left.' I struggled against the urge to rip it open the moment I entered the house, opting to instead reach my room first. Now, as I caressed the dress in my hands, I found myself saying, "Hawk Gary Moose, you really are something." Just then, I spotted a note lying at the bottom of the box. Reaching for it, I was met with Hawk's smooth handwriting. 'Hey you. Ok, was that a weird way to start? Well, even if it is, I think it's a lot better than the ones I thought of before this. Trust me, you don't want to know what they were.' I could imagine him making a cringe face as he wr

'Its a-' 'You know people won't normally tell you what they got for your birthday'. He interrupted looking slightly surprised. 'Bible'. I finished. He sat up straighter and stared wide-eyed at me, mouth slightly agape. 'You got me a bible for my birthday'? I simply nodded. 'Why'? Coughing, I shifted and darted a side glance at him. 'Um, there are people or someone in the bible that many people in out time identify with. Be it their similar plight or situation or how they acted.

Or maybe there was nothing off with me, maybe it was just the world I lived in that didn’t fit me. Lately, my determination to forge my own path, free of the opinions that restricted me, had me planning. I had been thinking about the future for years now, but more so recently. My birthday rapidly approached. Each birthday I reassessed my life. Each year I chose to suck it up for another year. This year was different. This year I will be 18. I will officially be an adult. That was my personal deadline.

Each gift includes a personalized note from him saying things like ‘sorry I’m not with you right now’, ‘I cherish every moment we share’, ‘You make me happy,’ and even one that says, ‘Don’t worry I’ll tip the delivery guy because I know you traumatized him. I smile and laugh at each one, however, what actually brings a gasp from me is the collection of new books from my favorite author that haven’t been officially published yet, personally gifting the first edition of the books to me as well as a note telling me I’d become a renowned chef, but I also had the potential to become a greater writer than she could ever be.

she said with a curious expression. "Where did it come from?" I asked, but Lucy had already left the office before I could get a response. Intrigued, I carefully unwrapped the box, my mind racing with possibilities. Inside, I found an elegant invitation. It was beautifully designed, with intricate gold lettering and a delicate floral border. Curious, I opened the card and read the contents. It was an invitation to a birthday party for a client's grandmother. The event seemed grand and formal, promising an evening of celebration and elegance.

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni