Twilight Edward Birthday Novels & Stories

I heard dad, “I am sorry for not being there for you enough. As I am sure your sisters are too. We should have spend more time with you since your mom died. You’re so big, but sometimes I forget you’re still just sixteen.” “Seventeen dad! Starting today. Next year I’ll be getting my wolf.” Eddie said exited. “But first, let’s celebrate you today. Let’s have dinner, I hear Amelia and your friends.” Dad said. Eddie opened the door and we all yelled out, “surprise!” Eddie seemed really happy to see everyone. “You all came here for me?” he asked. Lily practically ran towards him, giving him a big hug. “We would do anything for you, Eddie. Happy birthday, my very tall baby brother.”

“I already know. I mean, you've been my dad for 18 years, haven't you?” “You didn't have to call me out on that.” “You kinda walked into that one.” The day went by with wolves wishing her a happy birthday and paying their respects and tribute to her and her dad. Later that evening, Twilight had just finished taking a shower and went back into her room. She wasn't expecting the biggest surprise to be on her bed. “Took you long enough,” Takumi said. She walked over to him and pinched his cheeks. “Ow, what was that for?”

Theron's POV The day of the event was finally here. This is the day I officially put Twilight on the map. Another success to celebrate. Many of my past lovers have been calling nonstop to accompany me to the event but I turned them all down. I don't want any drama tonight so I decided to just go alone.

On the other hand, Dustine's life never been so wonderful there's always fighting and chaos everywhere he looked but because of Dawn and their kids, Solana and Kiran which means 'sunshine' and 'ray of light', they're indeed the brightest gift for them even though they preferred hiding in darkness. Darkness where they found each other's comfort and hide the identity that in reality won't ever be accepted and remain as fantasy. They were once afraid of light and always will be, but if it's the light that gave for them they will never want to hide in the darkness of pain, silence and fear. They wanted to be sought by Solana and Kiran's light forever and conquer the darkness that pushed them int

Rita’s POV My birthday was today, and no one seemed to remember. The twins had stopped giving me birthday cards when I turned fifteen—the year that Olive’s birthday celebrations overshadowed mine. I should have come to accept it by now, and it shouldn’t have hurt me so much anymore after three years of no birthdays, but it still did. At least this was my eighteenth birthday. At any point in the next day or so, I should be able to meet my fated mate—the moment that all young werewolves dreamed of—and then the three years of suffering would end.

There was no need for us to talk again. My thoughts lingered on the idea of my birthday. It would be coordinating with the masquerade. Ironically they'd be both on the same day. I would soon turn eighteen. It's the ideal day to be united with Camren. I hope he does propose that night. The sooner I am queen... The faster I can rub it in Edith's face. I'm getting out of this small- back- water pack! I didn't notice as my eyes closed for a quick nap...

The man who had just left Twilight to die in the woods seemed trapped in his own thoughts the moment he learned of her identity. The expressions on his face changed from careless to stunned, and then shocked. Kane had never seen his alpha have so many expressions within a few seconds before. To say he was frightened would be a misunderstanding. He had already realised that there was no way Edge was going to let him go easily this time. Suddenly Twilight’s faint, fierce voice echoed through the woods, “Remember, Alpha Edgar- it's me who rejected you! I will be waiting for those annulment papers!” With trembling fists, Edge turned around to look into nothingness where Twilight had disappeared.

she pleads, “come down for breakfast. You haven’t eaten in three days. You’re weak.” “I’d like to die, thank you,” I mutter, moving toward the balcony. The door closes gently behind her, but she doesn’t leave. I step out into the breeze, staring down at the lights twinkling like stars across a city I don’t recognize. It’s beautiful. Like a storybook. Like a lie. “Where is this?” I ask without looking at her. “The Twilight Court,” she answers, stepping beside me. “Valen’s palace.” I inch away from her, and she notices. I don’t care.

She hugged herself to try to calm herself down. At that moment, the gala downstairs was about to end. She walked out of the hall to hear a loud rumble in the sky. Then, the skies were lit with fireworks that spelled some words. [Eva, Happy Birthday!] It was a surprise that Wyatt had prepared for Eva. It was past midnight, which was Eva's birthday. In the garden, Wyatt stood under the sky brightly lit with fireworks. He affectionately said, "Happy birthday, Eva. Whether it be gowns or rings, I'll give you anything you want."

And that bastard turned the day she came into this world into his sick little password. For any normal person, a birthday represents life, celebration, the joy of someone's existence. But Edward corrupted even that. He took the one day that should have been purely about her—about celebrating that she was born, that she existed, that she mattered—and turned it into a monument to how he destroyed her. Every year, instead of remembering the day Ana Blackwell entered the world, he marks it as the day he—we—drove her to jump from a balcony. The psychological cruelty of it makes me want to put my fist through his fucking wall.