Straw Hats Birthdays Novels & Stories

Ahytttt, it's my birthday, but it's already ruined. ~Ylluscion

"Hmm, what are you cooking, Mrs. Emerson?" "It's actually baking," I smiled, "And I'm making the birthday cake for Charlie's birthday party later." "He's turning 16 today, huh?" He breathed in, "Time flies by." "It does." I chuckled while touching his forehead, "Well, let's just thank that this wrinkles aren't obvious yet." His eyes widened, "I have no wrinkles, Em." "Oh right, just the white hair." I winked. "Em..." He glared at me which made me laugh. "I have no white hairs."

Which is often. She’s been doing everything she can to help the kids feel safe again. New routines, hugs, keeping them close. Sometimes when I visit, I see their drawings taped to the fridge – sunshine, stick figures, a dog that looks more like a potato. It’s all bright and cheerful, but you can still feel the heaviness in the air. Today’s a little different though. It’s their birthday. Turns out both of them were born on the same date, just a year apart. Weird, right?

Chapter 36 I woke up to the faint scent of strawberries and sunlight seeping through the window blinds. Something about the air felt different—lighter, warmer, almost charged with something I couldn’t quite place. Then I saw the sticky note on my nightstand. HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SWEETHEART! Come downstairs when you're ready. Love, Mom & Dad. Of course, it was Tuesday, the day I'd be a legal adult. I smiled sleepily, stretching out beneath the comfort of my blankets. Today was my birthday. My debut. The kind of thing I thought only happened in cheesy teen movies or old family traditions that faded with time. But trust my parents to revive it in full force.

It’s got a wax seal on it and everything, I feel weird holding it. “Uh, okay…” I responded quietly. Even my headmates had nothing to say. “Happy Early Birthday!” They said one after the other and jogged away. I didn't even know they knew when my birthday was. I never made a deal out of it. My life just keeps getting weirder.

There was a giant three-layer cake on the table. The bright candlelight swayed in the wind, like the stars shining in the night sky. "Happy birthday," a gentle voice said from behind. Today was her birthday? Shocked, Hazel looked at the calendar hanging on the wall. It was June 12th. 'Oh my God! It really was my birthday,' thought she. She even forgot it herself, and she didn't expect that he would remember it!

He couldn't just go make a wish on a shooting star, right? A shooting star was definitely harder to find than a birthday cake. "Come on." Zain held Janine down and lit the candle. The flickering flame reflected in Caleb's dark eyes. He didn't move at all. Neither he nor Whitney had ever celebrated each other's birthdays. Whitney didn't like him, so naturally wouldn't remember. As for her birthday—no one knew the exact date. She didn't know when she was born. She always celebrated it on the same day as her quadruplet brothers' birthday.

The two children entered the room and ate again, while watching TV. At 12 o'clock, it rang the bell of the new year. It was the end of the new year. The two children were so excited that they didn't want to sleep, but they couldn't wake up the next day. Therefore, on the first day of the first day of the lunar year, the two children had been in bed. The second was Stacy's birthday. Henric bought her a super big cake. After giving birth to two children, Stacy never had a birthday. She experienced the pain of delivery. She knew that her birthday was the day of her mother's suffering.

Gillian popped a confetti cannon with a scream. Wilson raised a bottle of sparkling rosé like a trophy. The living room was decorated with soft white lights, balloons spelling HAPPY BIRTHDAY LILY, and a table full of snacks and cake. Lily covered her mouth. “Oh my-WHAT?!” Gillian practically tackled her in a hug. “You’re TWENTY-SEVEN, BABYYYY!” Wilson joined the hug. “And fine as hell! Penhouse Barbie!” Lily laughed helplessly. “You guys! I can’t believe this”

"Happy birthday, to you. Happy birthday, to you." Karen, William and Lucas chorused as they sing the Happy Birthday song for me. They were all wearing a color red shirt, with matching party hats in their heads. Lucas was the one holding my cake with a number 18 candle on the top of it. I cannot help not to show a sunny and childlike smile to them. This was the exact picture as I celebrate my other birthdays. Me lying on the bed, watching my guests as they pour their heart singing just to see me smile. But this year's a bit different, it is because of Lucas and William were both added in the scene.