Novelas y relatos de Soul Happy Birthday

Conrad "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, happy birthday. Happy birthday, my baby." I pulled my sheets and cover my whole body with it when I heard someone singing a happy birthday. I don't have to open my eyes to know who's singing because I already know it's my mother and Maddox, and my mother knows how much I hate my birthday. There's no particular reason why I hate it, it's just that I can't stand the awkward silence after singing the happy birthday song, I can't seem to find the right words to say.

It's a celebration of love, a celebration of Aayu's birthday, and a celebration of the beautiful journey we've embarked upon together. As we finally break the kiss, I can't help but hold her close, cherishing the warmth of her presence. Our love is a treasure, and at this moment, surrounded by the enchantment of our small birthday party, I know that I am the luckiest person in the world to call Aayu my girlfriend and wife, my partner and soulmate. Additionally, of course, my Soul.

Shama took out a photo of her mother, father and grandpa. She blew the dust off from the photo. Shama placed the photo in front of her. She placed the cupcake and inserted two candles on the top of it. She took out a matchstick and burnt the candle. "Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me. Happy birthday to my happy soul. Happy birthday to me. May God bless me, may God bless me. May God bless me with all the happiness. Happy birthday to me. YAHOO!!!" Shama sang loudly and clapped as she finished the song. She looked at the moon in the sky.

“They recognize you.” “Not me,” Veyra said. “What I carry.” She glanced at the faint gold still lingering beneath her skin, where the Vein’s mark had burned her. The Choir’s song shifted — now words were forming, fragmented and distorted, but clear enough to grasp. The current remembers. The Soulbound stirs. The cycle breaks. The sound pressed against her skull until her knees almost buckled. She forced herself upright, her voice cutting through the rising resonance. “Where is she?”

'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.

He sang another song titled My Love by Westlife. Sabrina was smiling adorably. She wanted to hear him sing all day long. She wouldn't get tired. His birthday was near, and she wanted to give him the best surprise of his life—more expensive than anything else. Memories are irreplaceable and priceless… and that's all she wanted to give him.

Elliot was not in a rush, so he added, "If not, let's just sleep." Grasping his face, Sophia planted a kiss on his cheek. He pointed at his lips, "Here." Sophia pouted, "You're being unfair. I kissed you, so sing for me, sing!" Elliot genuinely felt himself melting under her cajoling and chuckled. "Alright, listen." His deep and melodious voice flowed out, "Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You, Soph, Happy Birthday." Sophia laughed, a mix of bashfulness and shyness. She pulled the blanket up, leaving only her sparkling eyes visible.

I also made an effort to listen to Madeline’s thoughts, putting myself in her shoes and trying to understand her perspective. Their lives began to improve, and they often shared stories about the friends they made at school. They became close companions as they learned from each other. Together, they succeeded in getting into prestigious universities. I watched them smile often and I quietly exhaled with relief. As I became more empathetic, I no longer blamed others for my suffering. Slowly, my business began to flourish. The soul swap was perhaps a gift from the heavens. It not only saved Madeline but also rescued me from becoming someone increasingly arrogant and self-centered.

"Right now, I am going to chill out. Happy birthday to me! Have some fun before you grow old soon." I sighed. She sighed too.

Reyna Andrews • I was a useless, pathetic omega. And for the first time, I realized that being alive isn't worth it. But I was wrong. I was cleaning the dirty floors of the packhouse. That day was my birthday. I just turned 17, it was then that I found out that the future alpha was my mate, who he came back from school. He was my soulmate. The one who was supposed to be my prince charming like my childhood imagination. I always knew he'll love me no matter what. Even if I'm broken.