Who Is Beyond Birthday Novels & Stories

"Grandmaster Burrey, we’ve really troubled you with our matters this time." Harris could not bear to look at the scene in front of him any longer. He turned to Liam, forcing a smile. "No matter what happens in the future, you’ll always be a benefactor to our family." "Hmm?" Hearing Harris talk as if settling future matters, Liam was taken aback. "Wendy’s condition hasn’t been fully dealt with yet, so why are you thanking me now?" he asked, puzzled. "Grandmaster Burrey, doesn’t Wendy only have one month left to live?"

“You guys are not gonna believe this!” We barely looked up at first; Sasha’s drama was a nightly routine. But then she said it— “Adrian Holt’s throwing a birthday party next weekend.” That name got everyone’s attention. Dani sat up. “The Adrian Holt? As in, the billionaire tech guy with the glass house and private island?”

Natalia "Out tonight?" Gail, my ride-or-die roommate, purred from the bathroom door of our dorm, giving me those puppy dog eyes she knew I couldn't resist. But resist I must. I was booked tonight, a date of the blind variety, with some faceless guy I'd met online. "Remember? Online guy. Serial killer enthusiast?" I reminded her. Gail’s dark hair was tied up in a bun, ready to hit the town or any frat party on the menu. She pouted, making her green eyes look all sad and shit.

My locker was next to Sofia Martinez, who had a photo of her and her boyfriend taped inside. “Are you going to the game Friday,” Sofia asked. “Yeah,” I said, spinning my lock, “probably.” “Cool,” she said, fixing her hair, “bring a date, it is more fun.” “Right,” I said, “fun.” I grabbed my English book, and my phone buzzed. It was a reminder I set for myself last week. BOYFRIEND BEFORE 18, with a little calendar emoji. I stared at it, then turned my phone off. I did not need the reminder, the whiteboard was enough, the hallway was enough, and the date on my driver’s license was enough. I turn 18 in six months. Six months to figure it out.

"Is it? She fell, cracked her skull open. The doctors thought it was the end for her. But then, right in front of them, she healed herself. Completely. Even the doctor couldn’t believe his eyes." Valle’s breath caught. "You’re lying!" he growled, though his trembling hands betrayed his doubt. "Oh, but I’m not," Leonard said smugly. "Your daughter isn’t just special; she’s extraordinary. Imagine the possibilities. And now, she’s mine to mold." "Leave her alone!" Valle pleaded, desperation taking over. "She’s just a child! Don’t drag her into this!" Leonard’s smile faded, replaced by cold determination. "It’s too late for that. She’s a gift, Valle, a gift I intend to use. And you? You’ll be lo

she exclaimed, her voice full of joy. "This is the best birthday ever!" Xander pulled out his phone and dialed the number of the best party planner in town. "Hello, Mary?" he said, his voice full of excitement. "I need your help with a special occasion. It's my girlfriend's birthday, and I want to do something really special for her." Mary, the party planner, was thrilled to help. She was well known for her creativity and attention to detail, and she was eager to make this a birthday Jessie would never forget.

Camera ready. When she turned to see him, her smile faltered. She stared at the bouquet. Her face didn’t change. Then she asked flatly, “What’s this?” Kingsley blinked. “It’s your birthday. I wanted to surprise you.” She took the bouquet reluctantly. Looked at it. Sniffed once. Then, with a half-smirk, she said, “Just flowers?” He stood there, confused. “I thought… they’re your favorite.” Beth scoffed. “Kingsley, people are out here getting Rolexes, Chanel bags, luxury vacations… and you brought me flowers? Am I supposed to post a flower and expect my followers to care?”

"Alessandro, aren't you going to wish me a happy birthday?" He blew out a breath. "Happy Birthday, Sabrina. What do you want?" She looked at me and then smiled back at Alessandro. "Can you... Um... Can Natalya go out with me to celebrate my birthday?" "No..." He said it before Sabrina could finish her sentence. My shoulders sagged with resignation. Isolation is my old friend, I will be fine. Sabrina can go on and celebrate her birthday with her friends. "Would you please not be Don Alessandro for a few seconds and be my cousin Alessandro Costello?" Sabrina voiced, desperately.

" The call ended with a sharp click. When we argued in college, he once spent three uninterrupted months sending gifts and trying to win me back. Now he would not offer even a free apology. After the call, I contacted a real estate agent and told her to list the condo we had intended to use after our wedding. The agent hesitated before replying. "Ms. Mansfield, the deed doesn't list only you. There's another owner named Serena Blake. "I'm afraid you can't sell it without her consent." Every drop of blood in my body seemed to reverse direction. A year earlier, Adrian and I had begun planning our wedding and saving for the condo's down payment. I worked at the firm by day and took several remo