Rainy Birthday Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hello, everyone. I'm JD Chua. Tonight, instead of the traditional birthday song, I'll be serenading the birthday girl with a song called Madison Rain. I hope you like it, Maddie... You try to hide your broken smile And the sadness in your eyes The things that I wish I could Take away even for just a while I want to make you smile everyday Promise never to make you cry Please give me a chance because By your side is where I want to stay Maybe it's not fair to ask you All of these things because I know I'm not who you want But I don't know what else to do I'll wait for you, Madison Rain Even if it takes forever And I'll be waiting still

I smoke a cigarette as I wait for Rain. The last eight days have been the happiest of my life. After the party for my birthday—to which I had to return, for my mother wanted me to meet all the females she had invited, hoping I would find my mate—I spent as much time with Rain as possible, for she is my mate.

She continued, her tone soft. The suggestion was so unexpected that the tears almost returned. "Now? But it’s so late." I replied, forcing myself not to tear up. "It’s never too late to make my daughter’s birthday special." The rain was relentless on the drive. Water streaked down the windows as wipers struggled to keep up. We had gotten the birthday present but my stomach growled in protest. But then the lights came. Headlights cutting through the rain. The screech of tires. The shattering of glass.

Outside, I notice the grey clouds that are moving in overhead. What started out as a beautiful, bright, sunny day is quickly turning cold, windy and threatening to rain, but nothing could dampen my spirits, I'm having the most wonderful birthday, even if the weather doesn't want to co-operate.

It was particularly very rainy today and Stacey couldn’t wait until it was calm for her to leave her house. This is because today was Friday and no one at the school could let the climate stand in their way of having fun after a hectic week of studies and work. As she walked along the streets her mind wandered away to when she was a kid and how every time it was a birthday it would be a rainy day just like this one, but her birthday was still a few hours away.

Raven; thanks and bye Nita And she’s about to end the call she gets a call from sky Sky; hi, it’s Sky, my parents told me about your donations and of course, that it’s your birthday today Raven; Hi. I’m a huge fan and this call means a whole lot to me. You’re beautifully made and I want you to be happy Sky; is it okay I come celebrate with you today and yeah, thanks for the kind words Raven ; that’s fine. I’ll tell my friends you’re coming and I’ll send the address to your parents . Raven makes some calls and packs all she needs. You’d expect that Raven’s birthday would be an in door one but rather, Raven decided to throw this party in the woods with fire and friends and food.

First, that rude Alpha last night turns my world upside down, and now I’m feeling guilty over knocking out Fatso? What’s next? Tea parties and hugging circles? I must be going either bat-shit crazy… …or man-crazy. Either way, this day is NOT going to ruin my mood. Because guess what? My birthday is coming. YAY YAY YAY !

Alden took a drag from his cigarette and asked skeptically, "Since when did you go from handling firearms to crafting charms?" "I've been making werewolf protection charms since I was a pup. Repairing one for my daughter isn't that hard." Alden smirked. "Carly's 18 years old now. Does she really still need that dainty pink protection charm? It's meant for pups." "No matter how old she gets, she'll always be my little pup." Dad stood and straightened his sleeves. "She lost her home when she was young, and then her mom, whom she loved most. As her dad, I've already failed her enough."

The night was darker than ever before. Everyone in the pack was sleeping soundly, whereas Kaylynn was excited as it was her eighteenth birthday. All these years, her birthday went just like any normal day. But this year, there was something special about it. It was her eighteenth birthday. There was a high chance of finding her mate today. She sneaked out of her room as she heard the knocking at the window. She knew who it could be, Kade, her best friend since childhood. This window was her best passage to sneak out without being caught by anyone.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r