Who Is Beyond Birthday Novels & Stories

"Ah, Alpha Cillian is with the right woman. Greta is an educated woman with a good background, unlike the slut in front of me. I prefer Greta to be Luna." I grabbed my phone, but Elder Martha pushed me so hard that I fell to the floor. "Luna!" Alex shouted. "Alex, my child." "I hope that baby disappears soon!" Elder Martha said. Alex panicked. Moreover, my stomach felt extremely painful. At that moment, I received a message from an unknown number. [Did you like the show I gave you, Savannah?]

"There are some rumors about a young human coming from the other side and bear Mark's potential abilities, so maybe that was you? I can be your slave ya know!" "Sidekick...?" She trailed off; frowning slightly as she thought ahead of Joe's reaction then she added. "Sorry, I didn't mean to offend you." "Yeah! I get that a lot, but trust me you won't be the harm in any way okay?" then he added " Long time ago, I am the slave of Vnee Medea and Allan...We live in Cold Mountain.. wait " "Do you know the kid? he asked. "No sir!" "Oh! no one at this time has called me that. so no! Don't bother. I'm not a Sir."

In its place, a quiet, crushing ache settled deep in my heart. I had spent years swallowing my pride, making compromises, all to keep Mike by my side. But we had both forgotten one thing—marriage doesn't have room for three people. Then came my birthday. I had originally planned to sit down with him and talk things through. Now, I no longer saw the point. After blocking Cathy, I went to City Hall to sort out the last of my mom's affairs. When I got home, a pair of unfamiliar high heels sat by the front door.

There was a man standing at the door. Seeing her, the man walked over and said, "Hello, may I ask if you are Miss Charlotte?" Charlotte looked at his hand and didn't find any gift. She felt strange, but still nodded and said, "Yes, I am. May I ask who you are?" "Hello, Ms. Bernard. I am Mr. Greyson Bernard, the designated driver your father hired. He asked me to tell you that this is his birthday gift for you. He wishes you a happy birthday and everlasting happiness."

While Monica and I waited outside, I walked over to a vending machine to buy two bottles of water. When I checked my phone, I noticed that Heather and Jared had gone to a hotel to celebrate his birthday. In the photo, she was kissing his cheek, congratulating him on being another year older. He had his eyes closed, making a wish in front of an elaborate, luxurious spread of food. The photo stung my eyes. Naomi was lying in the operating room with her life hanging by a thread. Heather, as the mom, was using her surgery fund to celebrate an outsider's birthday. She had abandoned Naomi at the brink of life and death just to celebrate with another man.

He was carrying two giant boards on his back, both covered in messages. In his hand was a bundle of pink balloons that read, "Renee, will you marry me?" If this had happened in the past, I probably would've burst into tears and run straight into his arms while nodding desperately. Now, though, as I watched the video, the whole thing just felt childish. I ignored it and went back to reading my management textbooks. I was preparing to take over the family business. Not long after, an unfamiliar number called. "Is this Ms. Renee Miller? There's a man confessing his love to you on a pedestrian street, and he's attracted a massive crowd. We've tried to persuade him to leave, but nothing has worke

He used to call her ‘Star’, telling her she’d shine bright one day. A faint smile touched her lips, but it vanished just as quickly. “Were you lying too?” she asked the empty room. The clock ticked again. She grabbed her phone, opened her browser, and searched for Brook Industries. The name filled the screen, and a flood of articles appeared — business deals, charity projects, leadership changes. But one headline caught her attention: “Brook Industries Founder Dies Mysteriously — Daughter Declines to Take Over.” Her heart skipped. “Daughter, could that be….?” she whispered.

"For months now, yes. Documenting your progression, waiting for the right moment when your powers would be strong enough to survive the extraction process." He pulled a device from his pocket that looked like a cross between a scanner and some kind of supernatural taser. "The Umbra have been searching for someone with your specific abilities for decades. You're going to help us reshape the supernatural world." "She's under the protection of this pack," Kayla snarled, her wolf now so close to the surface that her human form was barely containing it. "Protection?" Marcus laughed, the sound like breaking glass. "From whom? Your brother, who's currently unconscious in his office thanks to the se

As a child, I had shown a natural talent for singing, but our family's limited finances were redirected to fund Andrea's painting lessons, leaving my passion neglected. Fiona lit up at the idea, clapping her hands together. "Good idea! It's your birthday, too. Let's make it a double celebration." My faint smile masked a bitter pang. They'd conveniently forgotten that my actual birthday was a week earlier. Years ago, Andrea had suggested merging our birthdays to make things more fun, and our parents had jumped on it, gushing over how clever she was. From that moment on, her birthday overwrote mine, erasing me a little more.

I walked in, and everyone welcomed me warmly, but all those faces were unfamiliar, so I wondered who it could be. Sofia and Sonia did not know my birthday, so I wondered who else could have done it. I knew it was her and nobody else that could have done this—Serene *****Note: Please drop a comment and predict the birthday surprise organizer?