Tangled Birthday Invitation Novels & Stories

RAINE’S POV I kept staring at Talon like he’d been possessed. “I need a proper answer, Talon.” I voiced out. Talon dropped to his chair, calm like he hadn’t just flipped my whole morning upside down. He leaned forward a little, elbows on his knees. His expression turned gentle like he’d already made peace with whatever this was. “I got the invitation to your birthday party,” he said quietly. I frowned, remembering I wanted to invite him to my launch, but I totally forgot. Was that what he was mad about? That I didn’t rope him in?

"My little mate knows exactly what she's worth. Which is apparently more than you do." His fingers clenched again the keyboard. "Rythan. Don't disrespect me. I'm older than you." "By five minutes," I said. "I've never understood why you think that counts." "It counts enough. Stop talking nonsense." The office door opened. Tyla stepped back inside and bowed. "An invitation arrived, sirs. From Cassandra. A birthday celebration — all guests expected to arrive with a plus one." The three of us looked at each other briefly. Cassandra.

The restaurant was just an ordinary restaurant. It was not expensive, and Jessica didn't spend too much money. She just wanted to make the atmosphere better. She pasted the last word "Happy Birthday" on the background wall. Mrs. Pang pushed the door open and came in. Seeing the decoration inside, she looked at Jessica in confusion and asked, "Miss Su, who is birthday?" Jessica looked back, dusted off her hands, and said with a smile, "You'll know soon."

' Cassie winked at her to encourage her. Jones Davis nodded and said, 'I know. But Cassie, I need your help now.' 'What is it?' Jones Davis said with embarrassment, 'Well... next Wednesday is my 18th birthday. I want to invite Telly to my birthday party. Would you help me invite him?' 'Why didn't you invite him yourself?' Jones Davis sighed. 'I want to invite him many times. But he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone attend my birthday party. Please help me. Let him come to my house without knowing the truth.'

Because it had the word ‘invitation’ written boldly in gold above the paper. Like a child learning how to read, I read the writing out loud. “Good day, Mrs. Joanne. I, personally, am happy to invite you to my private gala at the grand castle in the city center. Which will hold at exactly 8:00 p.m. tomorrow and will feature a three-course dinner, entertainment, and an auction. I look forward to your presence. I hope to see you. Sincerely, Trevor Jones.” And that was it. I flipped the paper sideways to check for any other hidden writing, but there was nothing.

When I felt a little sleepy and cold, I went inside. I was about to open my room when I heard Callum's voice. "Already sleepy?" I saw him approaching and holding a white paper. "Yeah..." I replied before looking at what he was holding. What does he need? "Here, it's an invitation" he handed me the invitation card. My brows furrowed when I read the name written on the front of the card. It's a birthday party of Mr. Shiloah Salvador that will happen…tomorrow? Who the hell is this?!

‘‘Since you’re Cynthia’s cousin, would you mind if I invite you to my birthday party? Birthday party? My guess was that most of the folks that were invited there were in their adolescent years. And why would she invite me in the first place? We’d just met. She probably saw the hesitation in my eyes, so she said, ‘‘Don’t worry, Cynthia would be there too…’’ she handed me a pink invitation card, and knowing Cynthia would attend her party, I grabbed the card from her hand. ‘‘Will you be there?’’ ‘‘Sure!’’ I nodded with a smile. ‘‘Did you happen to see her?’’

Reaching into her bag, Lucy pulled out an invitation card made of pink paper with gold embossing. Sarah didn’t even glance at it and pushed it back toward her. “You’re inviting me? You really think I’d go?” “Don’t be so harsh. I know I was wrong at the last Chancer family banquet, and I already apologised. This time, it’s my birthday party. I’m personally inviting you.” Lucy’s tone turned serious. Sarah thought for a moment, then scoffed. “Lucy, isn’t your birthday tomorrow? Don’t forget, I’ve helped host plenty of your birthday parties.”

“Perfect.” “You know at this rate, I feel opening another branch in another city will help,” Tessa suggested. “I've been thinking about that too, especially now that we're going global,” I said. She nodded with a smile. “Also,” Tessa added, shifting in her seat, “for your daughter’s birthday this Saturday… everything is prepared. The decorators confirmed, the caterers confirmed. But are you absolutely sure you don’t want to invite any celebrities? A few would say yes instantly.”

It was sealed with a simple gold sticker—a lion. He slid it across the desk. Lucian looked at it. He looked up at Alistair. "What is this?" "An invitation," Alistair said. Lucian picked it up. His hands felt heavy. He broke the seal and pulled out the card. It wasn't a corporate invite. It was handwritten, in messy, crayon-like block letters that had clearly been guided by an adult’s hand. YOU ARE INVITED TO LEO’S 4TH BIRTHDAY PARTY.