Thor Ragnarok It's My Birthday Novels & Stories

As my murderer's claws tear into my abdomen inch by inch, my father and brother are seated in our family's banquet hall. They're celebrating Carly's 18th birthday and coming-of-age. "You'll always be my little girl." "Happy birthday, Carly." They light 18 pink candles for her. On top of the exquisite red velvet cake is a wolf figurine that they carved for her, and there are well wishes and laughter all around. Meanwhile, I'm curled up in a sewer filled with liquid silver as I bleed to death. My phone has been crushed, and I can't get out. I can only cry for help. A few days later, my father and brother show up together at the autopsy room. My brother stands by the operating table with

On her wedding day, Sarah’s fairytale turned into a nightmare. Her half-sister Ashley, consumed by jealousy, murdered her and spread a lie—that Sarah had eloped with her fiancé’s brother. Shattered by betrayal, Ronald married Ashley instead, leaving Sarah’s heart in ruins. But Sarah didn’t die—and she didn’t forgive. Returning from the shadows, she vowed to destroy the people who destroyed her. With Stefan, Ronald’s guilt-ridden cousin, she entered the Walter family once again—this time as a bride with vengeance in her heart. Yet love has its own plans. Between deception and danger, Sarah and Stefan found solace in each other, until the past struck again—Valerie, Stefan’s long-lost lover

Two months ago, I was accidentally injured by a killer who came to assassinate my husband at home. I didn't expect there to be black magic curses on the silver dagger. On the night when my curse took effect, My partner—Alpha Alexander is celebrating his sister's birthday, his true love. When I tried to establish a spiritual connection with him,I have lost my wolf. When Emma called her father for help,He sneered coldly, his voice indifferent. "Isabella, using such a small child, are you worthy of being Luna?" "You are a little liar born of your mother, let her die if she wants to, don't bother me." He doesn't know that I'm really about to die.

After I was reborn, the first thing I did was burn every photo of Vincent Corleone and me. Then I threw his engagement ring into the fireplace and deleted every voicemail where he swore I was the only woman he would ever love. Because in my last life, that love turned me into a joke. Vincent said he loved me, but after I gave up my place at a world-class institute for him, he took Lilian White to Europe instead. She was the orphan he felt guilty for. The fragile girl he said needed protection. I was Isabella Rossi, heiress to the Rossi crime family. So I was supposed to be strong. Strong enough to smile when he missed my birthday for her. Strong enough to stay quiet when she wore my mother’s

On my 16th birthday, I treat myself to the most delicious cake I can find. On that day, before I can even take a bite, my parents, who are always at odds with each other, sign their divorce papers right in front of me. So, on my wedding day, I tell my wife, Keira Jarrett, "If you ever want a divorce, just get me a birthday cake." She hugs me tightly and promises me."Don't worry. 'Birthday' won't even be a word in our home anymore." Seven years later, on Keira's birthday, her assistant, Jackson Price, throws her a surprise party. She slaps him across his handsome, gentle face and kicks him out of Jarrett Group. That day, I am convinced I have chosen the right woman for life. But three m

My daughter hid inside the cabinet, her trembling hands dialing her father—James, the Alpha of our pack. "Mommy's bleeding a lot. Please, come back and save her," she pleaded. "I'm busy. Don't bother me," James said coldly. "If she's going to die, make sure she does it far away." As he wished, I never bothered him again. Because I really did die, right in front of our wedding photo. When he found out, he went mad, completely mad.

"I want you... right here... right now." I breathed. His lips hovered over mine, his breath mingling with my own as he spoke. "Once I start, there's no turning back." I swallowed hard and nodded. My gaze dropped to his lips, full and tempting. I watched, craving, as his tongue swept across his bottom lip "How could I possibly want you to stop when my body is aching for your touch?" The words slipped before I could stop them. For a second, I thought he would push me away again, but then something in him snapped. His lips inched closer to mine, and his fingers lightly stroked my cleavage. The touch made my breasts push higher against my dress, my nipples tightening, my chest hea

"it's not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angryily with her foot , her gaze locked with mine glaring holes at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. If eyes could kill I will surely be dead. "You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now. Victoria John philp the only heiress to the philp cooperation but known as Victoria John in college was once a young beautiful naive girl who fell madly inlove with the p

Ana always knew she would find the one, the one you read about, the man of her dreams or so she thought. A whirl wind romance with a man who thinks treating his partner with abuse is devotion, will Ana realise she is not to blame or will she stay in this relationship until it's too late? Her friends notice the changes in her personality but she doesn't. After all he loves her, right?

My sister-in-law, Denise Snyder, sends a 60-second voice message in the family group chat with all my relatives in it. Through tears, she accuses me of being a bitch who destroyed her daughter's future. She claims I abused my power at work, deliberately kicking her daughter, Erica Cortez, off the final list of new hires and replacing her with someone else closer to me. All my aunts and uncles in the group chat gather like vultures, lashing out at me and calling me names. They flood the group chat with hundreds of messages. Even my elder brother, Simon Cortez, who has always been a man of few words, tags me and demands an explanation. I look at the insults constantly pouring in and feel al