A Taste Of Happiness For The Tragic Extra Novels & Stories

I saw Victor, he had a lot of sadness in his eyes so mysterious that I found him quite intriguing "Look here, sir...I know I cause a lot of problems but that's the Vivie way...I add spices to your life making it exciting" I said to the picture with a smile on my face and stared at him for a while. He had everything he ever needed, I thought having luxuries made people happy. No matter the pain they went through as long as they had everything they ever needed, they were happy but why was he sad despite everything he had? I sighed heavily and prepared to put the frame back unfortunately just then the door flew open startling me as I missed where to put it and it fell on the floor

AURORA- Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Our life isn’t normal. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person. Happiness detests me… I'm a detestable person.

◇AURTHUR POV◇ some says life always gives happiness after every sad part but I never believed untill I met my hooligan she is the real meaning of happiness whom I met her smile makes my heart blush every minute her anger makes me giggle she will be cute even in anger my cutie I waited for her birth but destiny separated me from her finally when I started searching for her in the name of revenge she entered into my life in the name of love she became reason to my happiness

No matter how much despised him for taking control of my life, I knew that one day I would realize that he was doing this for my sake. “That’s the best decision you’ve made in your entire life, Adeline Saleena.” she said stated with a chuckle. I couldn’t help but glare on her, she just pouted and rolled her eyes to me. “I pity you, Sanchana Eliza; you've never made a better decision in your life. Oh, and how can you make a decent decision when all you know how to do is eat, sleep, and repeat?”

I got her a glass of her favourite fruit juice I had made sure to get for the party and helped her sit down on one of the comfier chairs before going to roam around the party and making sure that everyone had enough to drink and eat. Everything was going fine until when I went to open the container with the additional fishy bites and that scent from them hit me. I barely had enough time to get to the guest bathroom before I found myself bent over the toilet letting everything that I had eaten out. After I had nothing left to get out of my system I stood up and washed my mouth out, made sure that I looked presentable and went back out to the party to get Jack and have him open and pack the fo

I was so glad because that feeling always drained me. And now, as that old man had said to me, I will never be happy. Look at me now, I am dying when I was just a step away from being extremely happy. Come to think of it, since I found Sylvia, it has been a wave of happiness and a wave of anger and sadness. I think now it’s the climax. I close my eyes and surrender, I focus on the memory where I saw Sylvia the morning after we had s*x. Her smile was to die for, and now I am dying. How ironic. I repeat that memory in my mind. I just want to die with her in my heart and mind.

But after a minute of her persistent will to go get some air, he allowed her to go. Jasmine went up the roof top of the building where the party was being held. Then she sat at edge, a tear slipped from her eye. She thought of how perfect the headlines would be when it reads, “Wife of Billionaire, Fabian Harts, dead after falling off the roof of a building”. She thought it would be the most welcoming news for Fabian and his mistress Katherine. But she loved her life too much to give it up. Just then someone handed Jasmine a glass.

said Nicholas “N–no it’s not that I don't trust you or anything. My mom has been through a lot since our dad passed away. She was a single mom raising three kids on her own while still paying the medical bills and loans on time without any delays. It is a wonder that me and my siblings turned out to be normal.She never had a chance to grieve over dad because she was always running around like a mad woman all her life. It's just that I want her to be happy, you know, not thinking about us for once in her life and think about her. She is a great mom and great woman. And I hope we become family soon” .

When I pushed open my bedroom door, Lyra was practically vibrating with happiness on the chair beside my bed. A pizza box sat open on my sheets like some absurd offering to a goddess I no longer felt worthy of worshipping. Grief keeps stretching me thin — sometimes I go numb, sometimes a small thing makes all my feelings flood back at once. Humor and hunger both do that, in different ways.