A Taste Of Happiness For The Tragic Extra Novels & Stories

Soon, people started to disperse, and the crowd started to decrease. Tristan was helping me clear the dishes while we engaged in small talk. “Hazel, Jada is my mate” he said all of a sudden. My hands stopped what they were doing and turned to him. “Well, uh…. Congratulations. It's not like we didn't suspect it", I said to him with a chuckle. When he didn't laugh along with me, I turned to him. "You're not happy about it" I stated the obvious. “She’s a rouge” he said.

My eyes travel to the side and landed on my ex's younger brother, then everything he's ever said to me began to play like a song— one that rubs salt on your wounds. "I hate the people that made you like this." "Don't link me to them, I'm not like them." These are just few of the things that Milo has told me. It is true that happiness can be so scary sometimes, something such as bad events or people could ruin it any minute, then you find yourself stuck in the situation. Happiness can be really expensive, too. Ah what am I blabbering about? Is this because I am heartbroken, my mouth just say whatever nonsense now? This is ridiculous..

I had to know … Sure enough, when I checked a moment later, I felt that he was alive—in a lot of pain, and unconscious, but alive. And the best part was that the murderer was no longer around! I hugged Aisha, crying some more. “He’s f-f-fine! He’s h-hurt, b-but he’s alive—" This time, the tears running down my face were of joy. “This is why the people around you spoil you,” Madam Josefa muttered. “You too soft-hearted for a Vega, it’s pitiful.”

I've always been terrible with directions. No matter where I go, I end up lost. Seraphina didn't buy the whole "born this way" excuse. So she roped in my foster brother Gabriel and my childhood friend Lucas, and they decided to put me through "training." For the border patrol exercise, they drove off with the tactical SUV ahead of time, took my phone, and left me stranded alone at the subway entrance—right in the middle of gang territory. They said it was to sharpen my sense of direction. I opened my bag and found a note from Seraphina: "We've walked this escape route with you twice. I know Carone's blood will find its way to the safe house, Leah!" "We'll be waiting at the mansion." I stared

“I'm sorry for everything you've been through,Claire. Whatever you decide about this child is yours, but don't let him bully you into putting your life in danger. None of this is your fault." Her lips trembled. "Thank you." But Adrian's face was grim. "Cael!" He called as he stretched out his hand towards me. My mind was already saved from hearing the sound of him calling. My chest felt as if splitting opened, but I kept striding on. By the time I reached my car, the rage dissolved into numbness. I did not know where I was driving until I saw the flashing neon signs, the booming bass that trembled against the pavement. The strip club.

Sophie’s life had come to an end. “Cut!” Bradley shouted. He took off his headphones and clapped. The scene was perfect. The shot earlier was very tense. The scene of the destined tragedy was tragically beautiful. As Bradley applauded, the rest of the cast came back to their senses and applauded too. Stella was still in a trance. She was still lost in the emotion of the last scene. She looked up at the sky with blood stains stuck to the corner of her mouth. She could hear the sound of applause in her ears, but it suddenly reminded her of the feeling when she had fallen from the rooftop on that day.

— Beware of this tricky thing called happiness, for it is the gateway to sadness. — The world before Celeste's eyes had turned upside down. Her life... Her choices... Everything had tilted to the left and Celeste was not grateful to the moon goddess for that. She got her wish, but the odds weren't at all in her favor. Her mate; Zillon Macre wasn't as angelic as he seemed. He was a beast, a man with no conscience, a man without a heart.

She shouted crazily like she had too much in her heart. It was too painful that she could not take it anymore. The happiest day in her life turned out to be her graving too. It was too quick. Everything changed in just a blink of an eye. It looked like Trishia didn't waste any second. Also, she seemed to know that this was her last shot. This day was going to be her end but she had to bring the people she wanted with her. Those people who made her miserable. “Ha!Ha!Ha!” Trishia was too happy.

He frowns as he takes a seat “What is it?” I bring a forkful of my pasta and laugh “The scene from Lady and The tramp” He throws his head back, groaning “You are so fucking cheesy” I laugh “Come on. We’re doing it” In this moment, I feel safe. Loved. And for the first time in what feels like forever, truly happy.

He smiled to himself, saying a few words from the bottom of his heart to the girl in the photo. -Lang Tinh hopes that in the next life, like you said, we won't meet again, I won't meet a bastard like you. - Yes, you're a bitch, but I love your wretchedness. I hope to love you again in the next life, if so, I will never say goodbye to you. Lang Tinh had a monologue with himself, smiling bitterly, bitterly heartbroken.