Soul Happy Birthday Novels & Stories

I unlocked my phone, and it buzzed to life with a flood of messages from every chat app, all congratulating me on the new drug's successful first phase. Keira had gone wild in the group chats, tagging me nonstop and sending digital gift cards like confetti. But as I scrolled through the flood of praise and flattery, not a spark of joy stirred in me. I stayed in bed for a long time, lost in a haze of thoughts. Finally, I grabbed the divorce papers and dragged myself out of the room. The living room was empty. Keira was nowhere in sight. On the coffee table sat a ticket to a concert by my favorite singer, Tyler Combs. Next to it was a sticky note in her familiar handwriting.

The High Wiz had long ago ceased to be our divinities—they were our oppressors—and they were anything but benevolent. The young woman raised her moonlit hands in a welcoming gesture, a jangling bracelet of genuine silver bells adorning her wrist. “Do you have a moment to listen to the Word of the Blessed? ” “No,” Celina retorted disdainfully, disregarding the girl’s outstretched hands and nudging Amanda to walk on. The young woman's untamed dark hair shimmered in the dawn light as her clean features radiated a cheerful smile. Six other acolytes stood behind her, both young men and women with uncut hair—each scanning the marketplace for young people to harass. “It would only take a minute,” t

Susan shot her a playful glare, which only made Caroline smirk. “Alright, everybody!” Caroline called out, raising her glass. “Time to sing ‘Happy Birthday!’” She disappeared briefly and reappeared, holding a delicate white cake with “Happy Birthday, Susan” scrawled in elegant frosting and a few delicate flowers crafted from sugar. As the song began, Susan felt a surge of warmth. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this surrounded by friends, this celebrated. Her mom couldn't come, but she'd called early that morning just to sing happy birthday to her, and Susan was happy. The chorus of voices filled the room, and when they reached the final line, Caroline urged her to make a wish

"Is anybody there?" "Hello?" He could hear the melody sound of rain on the windows that was showing rain is still in its wholeness. Despite of wearing overcoat he was feeling like a cold was running in his blood vessels. He turned towards the counter and started tapping his fingers on the counter table. "hello.. Anyone?" Meanwhile a young beautiful lady appears from behind the counter table. Rakesh went still on seeing her beauty, he was numb like he was cast by a spell. He was feeling like any magician spelled a magic to bring this fairy on earth that appeared all of sudden here out of nowhere.

I hate to call anyone by my name, they're cleaning the house and bringing inside a case of beer that Aunt Ciara and Sergeant bought. "Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday dear Skye" They all sang with an extra clap then I saw Skye, that emotionless guy came closer to me bringing my birthday cake. Sergeant could have bring this for me so I won't feel awkward or ashamed like this.

He pulled me closer to him, as we stay there until the water turned cold. ****** "James. No, don't! My ears!" I laughed hard. We decided to go on a road trip. That was when he started to do karaoke with his oldies songs. I quickly pulled down my window to drowned his voice. Making him laughed, and finally stopped singing. We had breakfast in a small dinner by the side of the road. He looked relaxed, he called his assistant this morning, telling her not to disturbed him this whole day. He said that he was mine for this whole day.

Happy Birthday to you Happy birthday to you Happy birthday happy Birthday, happy birthday to you I wish you long life, I wish you long life, I wish you long life my sweet boss, I wish you long life. May the good lord bless you …. I chuckled happily as Collin walked towards me, singing in his usual horrible voice with a cake in his hands, I followed the rhythm of his song with small claps as he approached me. “Come on, birthday girl, stand up and dance,” I laughed heartily as I pushed my chair backwards, got up to my feet and started slow dancing to his rhythmless birthday song as both of us laughed at my very poor dancing skill.

He let out a sigh and flumped back against the bed, before pulling at the sheet and rolling himself back in. Zayn let out a pout as he took that as his answer. So he wasn't getting a birthday song after all... good thing he has a record of that part. "Happy birthday to you..." Will sang "happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear..." he paused "...dear baby," Zayn leaned down to whisper before he could miss the chance "What?" Will's voice came through the sheets "I want a dear baby where my name goes," he leaned down again "What?" Will chuckled "that doesn't make any sense."

“My luna, my life and my love. The mark I now have on my neck, the one you gave me, fills me with pride. Making love to you made this morning the best moment of my entire life. I don't know if you like it, but I left you a gift. You are not obliged to use it. If you prefer another type of clothing, for me, it makes no difference. When you get dressed, come meet me at the office. You must be hungry. I'll only eat when you come down, and we'll eat together. Believe me, my soulmate, no one in the world would be more perfect for me than you.”

He crossed the distance between us until we're two steps apart and started singing, "I want to feel the way you taste, just a touch of adventure but safe I want to make the clouds come down, I want to fill the rest of you out..." Oh. Aae is really something. "Sweet dreams the day away I can't think of one real thing that I could say. I want to feel you underground. I want to chew you up and spit you out..." He surveyed me while my eyes fixed on his lips. It curved a little, forming a smile as bright as the sun. He tilted his head before saying, "Happy Birthday, Zee." "Uh, yeah." I pinched my arms to stop myself from feeling numb.