A Taste Of Happiness For The Tragic Extra Novels & Stories

but I am proud of it. It was their journey, ahad and izzah's journey. After many obstacles in their life, they are now happy. Their were many obstacles their was heartbreaks, tears, sadness, pain and loss but they have each other, they have their families and they don't need anyone. THEY LIVED CRAZILY EVER AFTER....... THE END ————————————— I hope you guys liked the epilogue. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

safe, content, happy. A wave of laughter erupted as Brian launched into another one of his jokes, his infectious humour washing away any lingering stress. For a blissful while, the world outside ceased to exist, replaced by the joy of my shared silliness. A forgotten warmth spread through me, the simple pleasure of laughing with Brian a rediscovered treasure, thanks to the movie.

~~~~LANCE'S POV~~~~ There is this quote that says, "Happiness isn't the absence of pain but the triumph over it." After every storm, the sun rises, and after every heartbreak, love finds its way back. I have known darkness, regret, and loss—but today, I choose happiness. I choose the future and not the past. As I stepped out of the bathroom with the towel wrapped around my waist, my eyes landed on a small framed picture on my table. I picked it up, my fingers brushing against the glass.

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

I whispered while crying in pain. He laughed sarcastically and grabbed my jaw. He was holding it tightly, and his eyes were full of anger when he looked at me. "Do you think you'll fool me? Well, let me tell you this, Ms. Xedler. Everything I showed and said was planned. I can't love someone like you again, do you understand? You're just a piece of trash, and someone like you doesn't deserve to be happy." He's right. Happiness wasn't for me after all.

Throwing a lifeline made of sugar and bad jokes. I stared at the photo, at his kind, goofy face. He represented the “do over” I could never have. A simple coffee that stayed a coffee. A laugh that wasn’t monitored. A choice that wasn’t engineered by Clara Finch. My thumbs hovered over the screen. The tears kept coming, but they were quieter now. The image of Liam and Clara, fused in that kiss, flashed behind my eyes. It felt final. A door closing with a thunderous, silent crash.

He bowed his head into frustration; he pulled his hair to release his despair. "You can't die Grace, you have to remember me and smile at me again." he spontaneously whispers unto himself. He looked at the chair near the table and glanced. He can't believe what he was in front of him. He saw Grace smiled at him awkwardly. He was stunned but he made himself feel it's just his imagination and hallucination, he looked unto her straight from the eyes, he felt longing for her until a tear dropped spontaneously fall from his eyes due to he missed her so much.

Maren nodded, totally agreeing with it. After finalizing the business plan, we went to our favorite slider spot. The first bite of spicy chorizo brought tears. Maren teased me if it was that good. I smiled without replying. Since meeting Gideon, I had avoided bold flavors like this.

I could not help but lean my body against the solid wood on the stairs. She smirked at me. "You're right.But what I want to tell you is that my ex-husband is like a dish.No matter how you kiss him now and show off how delicious this dish is.For me,it's okay.Because I've had a taste of this dish and it is absolutely disgusting."I exerted all my strength. Without looking back,I went back to the bedroom and closed the door. I know that must have infuriated her beyond words. ***************** *TRISTAN*