Book Choose Joy Novels & Stories

I need to see if there’s anymore letter. I don’t think there is, but I would rather waste the time in going to find the book than staying till the end of this spiritless class. … I climb up the aisle to pick up the book. I didn’t find it on the same shelf I left it. It’s a sign that someone had touched it.. then someone must have seen the letter.. Please be you.. “ J” Please let it be you I’m so eager to get another letter from “J” wait… don’t she have a real name like.. Joy.. Jennie.. or so..?

Her cathedral. She slouched into her best corner chair—stuffed, tufted velvet in tired blue—pullding out a book from her tote. A quiet night's reading before bed was now her ritual, and for tonight, she opened what was familiar and comforting: *The Light Between Oceans*. The book always bore its imprint on her. Loss. Forgiveness. Breaking and binding decisions. She opened to the top of it, and the world disintegrated. Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him.

She said and I stared at her with partial disbelief. — Partial because a part of me felt like I understood what she was talking about. “You’re only alive now because of you. You still have your life because you flipped the tables— And from today, you are going to be the one who will be taking lives and deciding who lives.” She said passionately but I was only more muddled up in her words. “I don’t.. understand. What does any of this mean.” I muttered and she did that weird thing again. She smiled. “It means you’re Chosen.”

With the right company of her favorite romantic books, she chose to sit at the farthest corner of the public library, putting her head straight into reading the very first book she had picked up. Two hours ago, a peaceful ambiance of the Joy library welcomed the girl, which immediately bloomed her mood to some extent. She found herself quickly falling in love with the vast collection of modern and classic literature placed with utmost care on the wooden racks. With her bag on her shoulder, Kiara had taken her sweet time in going through each section and feeling the wonderful feeling of being at her favorite place. She saw, she touched and she smiled. Every single line of her sight filled wit

Chapter One - Laura Note to readers: Chronologically, this novella takes place after “A Forever Kind of Love” but before “A Wonderful Kind of Love”. It also contains characters from “Saltwater Kisses” and “Yours Completely”. You do not need to have read any of these books to enjoy this book. If you like this story, “A Wonderful Kind of Love” picks up where it leaves off. Laura “Oh God, it's him.” Laura wished she could just melt into the floor and vanish for a few hours. Of course he had to come to this. He was the last person she wanted to see today.

Some of the things this book is going to surround on would be, 1) The abusive use of drugs (this particular one is sadly really rampant) 2) Body shaming (people that do this really need to have a serious attitude adjustment) 3) Suicide attempt (this is quite rampant among Teens) 4) inferior complex (won't lie even I have this) 5) And of course Love I mean we all need love in our lives, whether Family love, friendship love or even the Romantic sort of love. Soooo ladies and gent's please join me on this hopefully exciting journey of pain, overcoming that pain and finally finding the joy that very much well deserved.

His touch and his voice were the only light in the dark. ~*~ Today was different. There was no darkness. There was no pain. There were no voices nor touches. There was light. Blinding, white light. I was glad to have that light after a long time of darkness. But the light was far away. It was like a dot from somewhere far. It was a horizontal spotlight. And it was calling me. So I ran towards it like a dog running to get his bones. The light started to grow bigger. And bigger. And bigger. As it does, it started to sting—my eyes started to sting. At first I feared I was going blind. So I stopped for a moment. Contemplated. However, there was no time to think. A painful spark exploded in my ch

Small rebellions hidden in plain sight. “I’m Joy,” she said, crossing her arms. “And trust me, you’re going to be bored out of your mind here.” Veronica frowned gently. “Joy—” “I’m just being honest,” Joy replied, eyes shifting back to Christiana. “You don’t look like the praying-at-five type.” Christiana’s lips curved slightly for the first time that evening. “I’m not.” Joy’s smile widened as if she had just found something interesting. “Well,” Joy said quietly, leaning closer, “then maybe you and I will get along just fine.”

She hugged the book on her chest and jumped with joy. “I couldn't get my hands on this because bookstores are always out of stock. I'm glad you're able get me this particular one." “I specifically chose it for you because I know you will love it.” Xiana couldn't be more happy seeing the joy in Ember's face. “Thank you for this.” Ember hugged her bestfriend tight until she let out a groan. “You're going to choke me.” Chuckling, she pushed her away. “You'll have to prepare a tissue for that. It's so good that it made me cry at the end."

She scowled even more. “What is that?” she inquired. I didn’t respond, instead looking at the meal she had brought earlier. I took it and then smelled it, and my lively feeling returned. I had just eaten, and Joy had not asked me about my dreams. I took a shower, then dressed once I finished eating. I inquired as to where Aunt was and what she was up to. Joy accompanied me to where aunt was, and from the garden, I saw her reading a book. “Book spells for the magic potion,” she replied, and I nodded.