So Happy I'm Thirty Cake Novels & Stories

I said to no one in particular. I carried the cake to the staff break room where two healers were drinking tea. Their exhausted expressions brightened when they saw me. "Is that cake?" asked one, a young beta healer named Mark. I nodded. "It's my birthday. Would you like some?" Their enthusiastic response made me laugh. Soon we were joined by others—the overnight staff, a few ambulatory patients. The cake wasn't large, but I cut it into tiny portions so everyone could have a taste. "Happy birthday, Healer Bennett," said an elderly gamma wolf who'd been admitted with moon fever. "Turning thirty is a milestone for she-wolves."

The third. My hand freezes on the ticket. The third cake is Luca Fontaine's birthday cake. This is Dante's order. Mama Pat frowns. She doesn't need me to explain why I've suddenly gone mute. "Are we still making this one?" she asks. "Or should I toss the order?"

Volume 3: two The party continued happily and soon, it was time for the cutting of the cake. When the cake came Into view everyone except the ladies was stunned by it. It was a Ten tier cake which had a beautiful princess in a Pink Ballgown and glass slippers dancing on it. " Wow! It's so beautiful! " Exclaimed Jemmy. " Yeah, it indeed is. " Lucia said. " Come over jemmy, we need to take a picture before cutting the cake. " Lucy said.

“Or maybe he just wanted to give you a graceful way to hand it to someone who actually wants it.” “That's not what this is,” I say. But I don't actually know that. That's the terrible part. “Thirty days,” Vera says, standing, smoothing her skirt. “I'll start clearing my calendar for the transition. No hard feelings, Sera.” There are hard feelings. There have always been hard feelings. I don't say so. I just watch her go, heels clicking against the hardwood, and think, distantly, that I have never wanted to win something as badly as I want to win this.

I said screaming after signalling my mother walking in with a huge cake. Before I could bring myself to comprehend what was going on, I found myself jumping like a child at the sight of chocolate. "Last year when I told her we should celebrate, she said she doesn't care. I never knew all she needed was a cake to get into the mood. " said Layo. Peter and my mother laughed. "Mother! " I began. "How did you? When... The cake... I.. " I stammered and the next minute, they were singing a birthday song for me. "Happy birthday Fetty. You are everything I could ever wish for. Everything and more. " said my mother. I ran to her and hugged her tightly with my eyes welling with tears. "Do people cry o

MIA °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ I sat on the edge of my couch, staring at the half-empty fridge and the sad little cupcake I’d bought myself on a whim, and tried to convince myself that turning twenty-three didn’t have to mean shit. Birthdays had never been a big deal for me anyway—Amelia and I usually just split a cheap cake and complained about getting older while our parents forgot the date entirely. But this year felt different.

I muttered, adjusting the crooked paper crown on the cupcake stand. Rain flopped onto the couch beside me, arms full of glittery streamers. “Okay, technically, they turned three during the great forest fire incident slash shadow beast thing, so we get like a fifty percent parenting pass.” “That’s not a real thing.” “It should be. Emergency-induced birthday amnesty.” I gave him a look. “We didn’t even get them a cake, Rain.” He winced. “Yeah, that part still stings. I did offer them emergency granola bars.”

I shot the pretty lady at the counter a smile as she handed me my card back. “Thank you so much.” I said, slipping it into my purse before I reached out for the medium-sized cake box she had set carefully on the counter. Inside lay a vanilla sponge cake with neat frosting letters spelling out 'Happy Birthday Adeline' on the surface. I was relieved that I had finally secured it in time for this afternoon’s party.

"This isn't up for discussion. I promise you this—if we have a second child, you can raise that one yourself." Ryan finally gave in through his tears. I sat alone in the car and burst into laughter. I laughed at the fact that everything I'd once believed was happiness had been nothing but layer upon layer of deception and betrayal. The two of them returned to the villa. I arrived thirty minutes later. I stepped out of the car, walked to the front door, and pressed the doorbell.

{TW: reckless and dangerous behavior} The lights went out suddenly. "Happy birthday to you!" Damien started, his voice loud and clear. A large, extravagant three-tiered birthday cake was rolled out, illuminated by the soft glow of flickering candles. It was a masterpiece: the bottom tier a deep chocolate adorned with intricate golden swirls and rich red roses; the middle tier a classic vanilla, decorated with delicate lace-like patterns and silver pearls; and the top tier a striking strawberry, covered in a smooth white fondant with a single elegant rose at the center.