Script For 18th Birthday Novels & Stories

Another part of me is still upset with him that he keeps treating me as a pup. “I understand that you care about me, but Lucas I’m not a pup anymore. Saturday will be my eighteenth birthday and I will be considered an adult and hopefully the Moon Goddess will bless me with a mate so that I’m not your worry anymore.” I say to Lucas as I look at the ground and kick at the rocks beneath my feet, knowing that he will be happy to be rid of me.

“Then I’m just leaving him there to suffer for something he didn’t do.” Lucas ran a hand through his hair. “You’re not thinking clearly.” “I am.” “No, you’re not.” “I am.” “Ethan—” “I’m going.” Silence. Then Lucas spoke again, softer this time. “You realize what tonight is, right?” I frowned slightly. “What?” “Your birthday eve.” My stomach dropped. Lucas nodded. “You turn eighteen tomorrow.” I swallowed. “And if you’re not here to participate in the ritual tomorrow evening…” His voice trailed off.

Katrina’s POV Blake looked surprised but impressed. “That’s awesome, Kat.” Ariana leaned closer. “Wait, are you eighteen yet?” I looked down at my tray. “I will be tomorrow.” “What?! Tomorrow’s your birthday?” she gasped. I nodded shyly. “Yeah. Friday.” “Kat!” Ariana almost shouted. “You didn’t say anything!” I gave a small shrug. “It’s not a big deal.” “Yes, it is!” Blake said with a grin. “It’s your eighteenth birthday. That’s huge!”

“What’s wrong with that?” “Idiot!” I heard the sound of skin making contact with skin, and I involuntarily flinched. That sounded like it hurt. “Oww,” Cy exclaimed. “It’s Hera’s birthday on the 19th! We won't be able to celebrate her birthday if we attend the party.” Oh. That’s right. I’m already turning 18 come this 19th of March. I mean, they could go to the party for all I care. I don’t enjoy celebrating my birthday anyways. I just feel like it’s an ordinary day.

You’d think we’d been friends for years instead of weeks. “My birthday is in a few days. We’ll be celebrating on Saturday afternoon with a little picnic and some cake.” I opened my eyes and focused them on him. “I’d really like you to come.” “Is your birthday on Saturday?” he asked. I sensed a rejection, but did my best to act as if I didn’t feel it coming. “I’m eighteen on Friday, but mom thought Saturday afternoon was the better day for a picnic. Since I was born at 12:10 am, I will have been eighteen for a full day before we celebrate.”

As I cut my cake amidst the cheer of my loved ones, I realized that despite all the recent drama and heartache, I was exactly where I was meant to be. I was home, surrounded by the people who truly cared for me. The events at the pub felt like a distant memory, drowned by the love and joy that filled the terrace. As the clock struck midnight, marking the official start of my eighteenth birthday, I made a silent wish. A wish for love, peace, and, most importantly, the strength to face whatever was to come next. As I blew out the candles, I knew the countdown to my eighteenth birthday had just begun. But this time, it wasn't filled with dread or uncertainty. And, then I felt it, the first twit

I noticed tears of joy beginning to shimmer in Poppy’s eyes, and my heart swelled with emotion. “T-Thank you, Aunt Keycee,” Poppy said, her voice trembling with feelings. “This is my first time experiencing something like this. Thank you all so much.” Mommyla approached and enveloped Poppy in a warm hug. “We wanted to make sure your 18th birthday was truly special,” she said, planting a gentle kiss on her forehead. “And don’t worry; you’ll always have birthdays to celebrate. Even if your parents don’t throw you a party, we’ll make sure to create a celebration just for you.”

Jake announced, clapping excitedly. I rolled my eyes, why is he always being too much. "I do not want any ceremony, Jared." "If you have somehow lost your memories, then I will remind you that today you turn eighteen, and thus— you will turn into your wolf form tonight, once the full moon is out." "Ah. That's true. It's my eighteenth birthday. How did I even forget that?"

I was praying nothing terrible had happened. He'd been excited since I'd agreed to finally to make my eighteenth birthday my first time. He'd been patient for years, and I'd finally caved. I had been so excited. My best friend helped me put together the whole outfit. I even made sure to get protection. Matt had planned to take me out for a birthday surprise and at the end of the night, I was going to make love to him. My eighteenth birthday was supposed to be the night that changed my life forever.

What made her think I wanted to get drunk just because it was my birthday. “Alright, before you say no, you’re turning 18. You’re officially an adult and it is something to celebrate. Trust me, sometimes it’s nice to just blow off a little steam and Seth and I will make sure you’re safe. Please just let us help you fully enjoy this night.” April pleaded. “Ok, ok. Just don’t let me get too messed up and you need to promise that my mom parents won’t find out.” I said sighing in defeat.