A Taste Of Happiness For The Tragic Extra นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Damon's pov Sunday 4th July 2021 ***************************** I don't enjoy going to see Orion but it's a necessary evil. If I stop going Marcus will kick me out of the club and then I'll have nothing that I enjoy. I enjoy hurting people. That's really the only thing that makes me happy. I'm diagnosed with a severe form of Antisocial Personality Disorder. Which means I'm a psychopath. I lack empathy and remorse which means I have no issue in manipulating people for my own gain. All Orion's words of course, I don't see how that's a bad thing, I think more people in the world should be selfish to get on top.

Alessandra swatted her brother with a umbrella and squealed, "I don't see you asking for anyone to marry you." "It's because I am too picky." Ethan protested. Ethan was a shy one, he had shared no more than a chaste kiss with any girl. "Get that animal away from me!" Alessandra protested as Jasper poked his nose into the wagon and against her, "He's going to get me all dirty." "So when are you gonna make an honest woman of Vivian Macabe?" John asked from the front of the wagon, never looking back at his sons. Vince's stomach tightened.

"Why are you doing this to me?" "Don't cry. I won't tell him. I'm not a villain in your story but I want to know who is the main lead here?" "No one." "So is it a sad ending story?" I shook my head and said, "It's a happy ending. Take a look around you. Do you see a single person being sad and upset? There's a smile on everyone's faces. My secret crush, who's my friend now got his girlfriend back after a breakup. My brother, who's the groom, got his dream come true with his bride, Anna. My mom and Mrs Campbell got their friendship back on track. Dad is so happy that he doesn't have to compete with the next door neighbours since they became a part of the family now. So was Mr Campbell as well

At my breaking point, I once broke down in tears and asked, "Layne, will you only truly belong to me if we get married? Then let's get married…" His eyes had turned red. He held me, thinking it over, but he couldn't give me the answer I wanted. "Aren't we already happy like this?" Now, hearing those same words again, I didn't even have the strength to argue. I looked at him. "Layne, let's end—" A sudden wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted violently, and my whole body shook. Layne rushed forward to steady me. "What's wrong? Your stomach acting up again?"

“She really is.” Stephanie grins wickedly from where she stands. “Continue! Don’t let me stop you!” “Come here,” Lucas mutters, already walking toward her. She squeals and runs, knocking into Fred on the way. The room fills with laughter again. And just like that…the moment breaks. But the feeling? It stays. And as I watch Lucas….alive, smiling, surrounded by people who love him….I realize something quietly, deeply. This is what happiness feels like.

They outsmarted us. Roselyn is the first to scream in horror when they all sprinkle something on us. My body shuts off. I have been through this twice already. The pain I feel is from watching Xael and Xena’s delighted faces. It feels like been slowly burned by an acid. Three lifetimes and I lost. Their repulsive happy future is like a move I can’t switch off. “It can take decades and even lifetimes, but good always triumphs,” the Epsilon declares while they all cheer. “Nooooooo!”

I didn’t care about his reaction as having this conversation with them was quite exhausting. I stepped into my Audi A4 sedan that was parked outside the mansion, and took a deep breath, before driving out of the mansion’s gates. My name is Tristan Ford, and I am the CEO of a business company named Titancorp. One might think having money and fame is what brings happiness, but I have a different opinion. My happiness lies with someone, and that person died two years ago in a fatal car accident. That person was my wife, Lyla Ford. Since then, my happiness has gone and never to be found. Despite being alive, I can’t help but wonder if I’m awake or still in this dream… a dream called life.

My act needs to go all the way through to the end. I gulp down some water, hoping it will help ease my body’s violent reaction to the nasty smell. If it had been something with a little nicer aroma, it wouldn’t be so bad, but this stuff is nasty. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but with my stomach churning, it smells almost like rotten eggs. An overly sweet voice rings out. “Trevor. I’m so happy to see you again. It has been too long since our last time.”

“Who’s Catalina again?” Tranquility reigns before we burst into peals of laughter. “What the f*ck Martini?” “You kept on mentioning her but I had heard her name, my apologies?” He shot back full of sarcasm. I just rolled my eyes and put it back to the calm ocean. “His childhood friend, his first love, his first heartbreak. And she has Leukemia.” “Tell me how can I steal a dying person’s happiness?” I added before heaving a sigh.

I felt the overwhelming feeling of satisfaction I never thought I would say this ,after all the truamatic event but 'i am grateful,I married my stupid husband' THE END