Sick Birthday Novels & Stories

I’ve never felt in love like this. I declared you Samuel Harris as my one and only man! December 15 was my and Samuel’s birthday. Yes, we had the same birthday date. A few days ago, Alex, Leo, and Mia have planned a surprise party for Samuel. Based on the information I got from Alex, since childhood, Samuel rarely celebrated birthdays, to be exact, since his mother died. Something similar was not much different from me. I stopped celebrating my birthday when I turned sixteen and two years later; they sold me to a brothel.

Just muttered, "I like it." He didn't notice. Or maybe he was just too wiped from playing house with Sabrina. "You like it, that's all that matters. I'm gonna shower," he said. He disappeared into the bathroom. By the time he came out, I was already in bed, facing the wall. Silent. He wrapped his arms around me. Same bed, totally different worlds. *** Then came my birthday. Derrick threw his usual party—surprises, cake, the works. Picture-perfect.

The way it worked was as an inhibitor, leaving the virus in a kind of artificially induced coma while dampening the stronger emotions of the individual. A cure was still a distant dream but Tammy was determined to be the one to find it no matter what it takes. This was a fight her parents had begun and she was going to end. It doesn't take long before the official begins reading the names of the lost ones. His voice is low dull, and has a monotone quality to it. Tammy and her grandmother, Grace, sit in the same spot as they have for the past seventeen years. This time Sesh, her best friend, accompany them. Sesh dons a velvet coal coat that does touches her waist over a body hugging black gow

I picked up my phone and opened our squad’s group chat on the Cheekbook app. 'Hi guys. I'm sorry if I can now tell you this. I got drunk right away and I didn't know what happened afterwards. I just want to tell you that I am so thankful that I have friends like you. Hopefully we can be complete again next time, I love you all! ' I sent it on group chat and I was glad they saw it right away. "They're not too busy these weekends ah?" I couldn't help but say. I heard Sera sigh. "We really took the time with you because you always forget your birthday. You're really silly. I don't know that anyone can forget their own birthday. I can't believe it."

He asked curiously. "Mine." She replied, smiling. "How can you have two birthdays at the same time?" "I wonder. My real birthday is January but my brother celebrates it for me every 7th of July. He called it my special birthday from him and that's how it has been over the years now. I keep on forgetting whenever he sends me gifts which is why I used it as my pass code. July 7 feels more like my birthday than January 20. I was born on a different day but I celebrate it on a different day."

Now I'm sensitive, worn out, and covered in cum. Best birthday ever!

That morning, when I woke up to find a large birthday cake by my bedside, I was stunned. Only then did I realize— I had even forgotten my own birthday. Yes. I truly had. Ever since Sophia came to our den. After she arrived, we discovered her birthday was just one day before mine—on Christmas Eve. Dad and Alex were overjoyed. They said it was fate, that having two birthdays back to back would bring excitement and joy to the pack. They planned to celebrate Sophia's birthday one day, and mine the next. But that never happened. They only celebrated hers.

"Thank you, girl." "Happy birthday, little sister." Janet hug me and pat my back a little bit. " I'm not your little sister, you old woman." I hit her arm lightly and we both laugh. " By the way, thank you." "Happy birthday, Sophia. You're now big 25." Beth dramatically said with a wicked grin on her face. "Do you have to say it out loud? Thank you." "Happy birthday, Sophia. Oh my God! I can't believe this. We just met each other not quite a while and now, it's your birthday. How time fl-"

“This is not just a welcome back home from the hospital, this is a birthday too, happy birthday Sandra, happy seventeenth birthday,’’ she shouted as the rest of the crowd joined and a few party materials that I didn’t know flew up in the air. “Happy birthday Sandra, I whispered too, I didn’t want to say it loud. A cake was brought forward with the words happy birthday Sandra written. A statue of a Barbie girl was decorated on its edge, with the numeral figures seventeen standing in the middle. It was a big rectangular cake, adorned with pink and white, with a few strands of brown. Beautiful was an understatement, it was magic. I stood behind in the shadows, happy for her, happy that she was

'It's your time to celebrate Let's just hope you're not a mistake Maybe the nurse forget your birth And picked a random date So this birthday could be fake Well, happy birthday to you Blow the candles don't look so blue We are gonna celebrate Hopefully you're not a mistake If you are, I will kick your ass And chop your head with a new axe Happy birthday, Oh, happy birthday Yeah, yeah, happy, happy, happy Birthday…e yeah…e…yeah eh.