Sick Birthday Novels & Stories

On the floor were numerous paper bags of different brands. "Happy birthday, sweetheart." He just said and before I knew it, tears came streaming down again. "Happy birthday, Ms. Sarah." Charles and Nolan chorused also. I wiped off my tears and maintained a straight face. "I'm sorry but I think you got the wrong person." I stated and turned around to walk out, but Damon stopped me. "It's your birthday, Sarah. It's high time you stop beating yourself up. Listen babe, it wasn't your fault. You deserve birthday wishes and gifts too."

Selena walked to the table and sat down, "I'm not really keen on birthdays, but I was thinking about taking you out for dinner and giving you a gift on your birthday..." I pushed the bowl with a bear pepper in front of Selena. "I don't celebrate my birthday. When you get better, you can always ask me out for dinner or a movie, or give me a gift. It's not must that it must have to be on my birthday." "But why don't you celebrate your birthday." I sighed as my eyes flickered with hurt.. "That was the same day my parents were killed." I slowly muttered. Selena raised her eyebrows... "Sorry I didn't..."

I am not in the mood for any celebration anyway. I am not that much of a birthday guy, I only celebrate because Sarah likes to do something even if I say no and now that she's not here, I don't see the need to celebrate or do anything for that matter and to make it even worse, I can't be with Nicole in that day, so it's going to be boring.

I replied, slightly annoyed. "Do you even know his birthday date?" he asked, a hint of mockery in his voice. "Yes, I do," I said, rolling my eyes. Marcel chuckled. "It seems to me you're putting in the wrong birthday. Anyway, his birthday is November 30th." I rolled my eyes and hung up. I punched in the correct code, and the door swung open. I couldn't believe I'd been using the wrong birthday all along. I thought it was December. As I stepped inside, the silence enveloped me. I made my way to the bedroom, my legs walking briskly. That's when I saw him - his body sweaty, pale, and still. His eyes were closed, and even from afar, I could see how sick he was.

"My birthday? Liam, you don't know when my birthday is? After all the background checks you did on me." "I don't know why, but it never came up, I guess. I just realized that I might have missed your birthday, and I don't trust that you would actually tell me." "You're right. If you had missed it, I wouldn't have said anything about it." I said honestly. It wasn't even going to be because I was mad or anything, but I don't like birthdays. In the words of my sage mother, they were quite unnecessary. "Why?" "Because I don't think it's a big deal. It's just a birthday." He looked at me with that expression that he uses when he wants to know if I was being sarcastic or not.

She inquired, "Lacy, are you still busy? I've been waiting for you. When will you be back? The cake is beginning to melt." Lacy’s feelings were all over the place when she said that. "Bernice, I'm not in Sky city. Happy birthday!” Bernice didn't want this answer. She begged, and he didn't even bother to explain. "I'm not happy at all," she cried softly. "Nathaniel isn't here, and you're not here... I'm not happy at all. Lacy, this is the saddest birthday I've ever had. No one is taking pictures of me or singing to me. Can't you come back?"

BMOM ➭ 137 ꕤ ꕤ ꕤ ARYM ZCHRYNNE “MaiMai” – “Happy birthday, Zanyca!” We all greeted my daughter in chorus. Her birthday celebration also served as our thanksgiving for her recovery. Finally, she’s well again. Even if the celebration came late, we made sure to catch up. We wanted to thank God for the extra life He gave our child.

My brother ran straight to the beach, shouting excitedly, “Eva! Look! The ocean!” Standing on the balcony, I watched him run along the sand and glanced at Marcus beside me. I smiled. For ten years, I’d lived in hell. Marcus was the one who pulled me out and gave me a new life. “What are you thinking about?” Marcus wrapped his arms around me from behind. “About the future,” I said softly, leaning into him. “No more Luca or Helena. Just me, you, and my brother.” He kissed my forehead, his voice low and gentle. “Yeah. Just us. Only happy days from now on.”

"Ohhh..ohh..yes yes yes..of course! I'm sorry .i'm just super excited to talk to you..! " "Baby before my phone dies, i wanna say that i'm sorry for last..i .i didn't know that my uncle was preparing a surprise birthday for me at the end,because he wasn't there for my birthday..So..so we got a little wasted last night..and im not feeling well ..with this hangover..i just need to rest a little bit more..i hope that you un.." DISCONNECTED. Fuck it! That fucking phone died! Grrr!

Looking into his enchanting blue eyes, I softened my face. “What’s the date?” I asked him. “August twenty-seventh, why’s that?” “Huh, I’m nineteen now. Guess I slept through my birthday” “When was your birthday?” Gunner asked a little shocked. “It was on August fourth” “Well, you missed mine too, it was July sixteenth” “Oh well, just another year right” “I think we should have a birthday party, for both of us. It can be a welcome-back slash I-was-in-a-coma-for-my-birthday kind of party. What do you think?” he asked with a hint of excitement in his tone.