Novel & Cerita Rainy Birthday

PLEASURE ME, DADDY BOOK THREE VIOLET POV My stupid pumps aren’t cut out for this weather. Cold water squelches between my toes, and my breath is misty, wet hair like frozen straw against my cheeks. I can hardly see through the rain. Damn my birthday for being so late in November. Damn me for not thinking harder about my wardrobe choices.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

m it is a stormy day Angel woke up seeing the sky filled with gray clouds and busy birds finding some shelter. She then takes a view for a while and remembers that it's her birthday then a sudden message from Mike pop up on her phone as she read it "Hi, my love a happy happy birthday yeah, I hope you will be okay this day even if it's raining no worries. Because this rain symbolizes a shower of blessings you know it's like this we are the plants in very dry land that it been a year in no water then the right day comes to fulfilled that finally it teaches us not to give up everything will come in right time by the way love you can open the third letter if you want but if prefer to open it wit

“Babe, are you asleep?” asked a soft and gentle voice. Feeling annoyed, Raine replied, “Can you not call me that? It makes me feel uncomfortable.” “Alright. Is there anything that you would like? A ring, car, or painting?” Raine’s face turned dark, “What’s wrong now?” “Isn’t your birthday on December 25? Make a wish, and I’ll be your Santa Claus…” Stunned, she did not realize that her birthday was coming so soon.

"Yes, mommy. Use only on the weekends and holidays. I know, don't worry." "Love, let our princess enjoy her gift," Dad, with his British accent, made another turn on the curb on a tough rainy season. "She deserves it for being a model student. My little smart bumblebee." Today is my birthday, a perfect day turning six years old, and it had to rain. I don't get why God had to ruin my day for me. My Mom said he was crying because he was happy about this special day.

Amber POV “Happy Birthday to you” “Happy Birthday, dear Bri” “Happy Birthday to you” I clapped with all the staff. Today was Bri's birthday and we were celebrating on the ground. The weather was cold, but not like all time. It was beautiful cold, a tolerable cold. I was in jeans and a woolen top.

I was confused, my fingers were deleting and changing the words on the screen. "How should I tell Devano that tomorrow is my birthday and invite him to celebrate it at home? Oh... why am I making it so complicated..!" I muttered to myself. I had already sent messages via chat to Ghandi and Icha. They said they would come. Just like last year, they made time to come to my house for the celebration. Rain danced in the sky. Take me with you. So that he knows that besides the beautiful rainbow, there's also me, who's worth waiting for.

This chapter contains trigger themes. Please proceed with caution. ~Rylee~ Since I was fifteen, my birthday passed by like a normal day. Rain and Sloan are the only two people who urge me to celebrate the day I was born yearly. I was breathing, adding years into my age, but I was never truly happy with my life. But this year is different. There is a lot I should be grateful for, but waking up alone in bed was not how I wished to start this day.

RAINE Today, I turned eighteen. No party. No celebration. Not even a birthday wish from the pack. Only my mother tried to make the day feel meaningful. She came into my room holding a small cake, made by the omegas. I knew she must have begged them to make it. On top of the cake, a tiny candle flickered weakly, almost going out. "Happy birthday, My love. Raine Bittley," she whispered softly before kissing my forehead. Her hand rested on my shoulder, offering a little warmth and comfort.

**** Summer moved through the city. The children turned three and were extraordinary and exhausting and entirely themselves. Kade's birthday fell in August and I organized a surprise that was not a party, because Kade did not want a party, but a day structured entirely around the things he actually liked rather than the things a person of his stature was supposed to celebrate with.