Script For 18th Birthday Novels & Stories

Laura I woke up on my birthday to a text from Chloe that said "HAPPY BIRTHDAY BITCH" in all caps with seventeen exclamation points. I wrote back. "thank you. why are you yelling." "BECAUSE IT IS YOUR BIRTHDAY." "you are going to wake up my parents." "GOOD. THEY SHOULD BE AWAKE. IT IS YOUR DAY." I put my phone down. Stared at the ceiling. Eighteen. I did not feel eighteen. I felt the same as yesterday. Same as last week. Same as last month.

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.

My foot hit something and I fell hard with a humph coming out of me, every single person in the hallway laughed at my misfortune but it didn't hurt as this wasn't the first time something like this will happen to me. I groaned as I pushed myself up only to land on the floor again as Logan stepped on my back. "I never said you can get up now did I? You don't expect me to give you your present while you're standing in front of me like we're equals you know". He said and my eyes widen, I can't believe I had forgotten about my birthday, I'm eighteen today, maybe the reason why I had forgotten about it is cause it's nothing special to me, it just means another year of torture is starting for me.

Scarlett said as she shimmied out of the hug before gently pulling Alessia and I apart I sniffled as I wiped my tears "I didn't reject Greyson. I'm going to be his Luna" I announced to them "That's great!" Alessia squealed, clapping her hands excitedly "Another thing we have to celebrate and look forward to" I arched a brow "What's the first thing?" They stared at me like I had gone crazy "Are you kidding? Did you seriously forget? Scarlett's 18th birthday is in two days! She's going to acknowledge her mate soon!"

Lisa's eighteenth birthday was coming up and she had been restlesslly delighted. She had lots of plans for it - one, was to finally move into her own apartment, - Two, was to throw a big party and - three was to own her ground for the next prom queen. Being eighteen for her meant more than freedom and she was ready to exercise that exclusive rights bit by bit. She had arrived in her new quiet apartment and was settling down, but she picked up her phone to FaceTime her friends and share the good news.

One never returns back till eternity. I'm really scared of this ritual and I always pray for it to pass me by, but luck wasn't really on my side because I just turned 18 last week, I wished the ritual passed me by but no, the red moon is just a week away and I turned 18 last week, how unfortunate to be celebrated in a year

All I had to hold on to was that I had survived, in two short months, I would be eighteen, and I would be able to take control of my life. I stared out of the tiny window in my bedroom, watching the raindrops race each other down the broken pane of glass; they appeared to be matching the tears running down my pale cheeks. It was my eighteenth birthday in two months, the day members of my Pack traditionally celebrated their coming of age. There should be a huge party in the main hall, and every Pack member who could attend would join with the new young adult in their happy celebration. They would bring gifts for them and surround them with love and affection, the way you can only feel by bein

**** Lara**** A week later was my 18th birthday and for the first time in a long time, I decided to celebrate. Finally, I was legally an adult and fully independent. The thought was both thrilling and a tad disconcerting. I pushed my loneliness aside and focused on how best to celebrate.

I love my birthday, I love blowing out the candles and unwrapping my gifts, but mostly I love that it's the one day of the year that my pain in the arse brother is forced, by our parents, to be nice to me all day. This wasn't just any ordinary birthday this year, either. Today I am officially eighteen years old, which is essentially the same as being a key that unlocks the door into adulthood. I can legally walk into a liquor store and buy alcohol, I can join the military and go fight for my country, I can buy lottery tickets or gamble if I wish to and I now legally have to register myself on the electoral roll.

Although her words didn’t completely settle my turmoil, I clung to them like a lifeline. We sat together for a while, her warmth enveloping me as she cuddled close. Once my breathing steadied, she pulled back slightly, her eyes sparkling with determination. “It’s your birthday! Both families and friends have come to celebrate with you. I know the one you truly want to celebrate with isn’t here, but keeping him close to your heart makes it better. Now, get dressed! You only turn eighteen once!” She urged, nudging me gently to my feet.