Soul Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

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.

I whimper, voice completely shot. Happy birthday to me.

“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?”

He disappears from view, and moments later, Cole hears a joyful chorus echo. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"

'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.

A wave of spark ran all over his body. “Happy birthday, Mate.” * #TBC