Come On Get Happy Book Novels & Stories

She looked at her palm, the black mark was starting to spread up her wrist, from the corner of her eye, she caught Marcelino watching her so she quickly pulled her sleeves down to cover up the mark. “Damnit! Surely we can pull something off!” she rallied. Hans stood up and put a reassuring hand on her shoulder, “Look, I know you’re all worried. And rightly so. But there’s 7 of us here, and 7 is a lucky number. We can do this, I have a plan.” Seven. The number echoed in Suzanne’s mind again. How odd…perhaps the number seven wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Hans walked over to one of the bookshelves and motioned for them all to follow, and as they got up, Hans withdrew a dark blue book causi

“Feel like crap though.” “The food will help.” I toss him some beef jerky. Grabbing it, he lets Isabel help him open the bag, and he stuffs one in his mouth, his eyes closing as if he’s just tasted heaven. Quill grabs me as I stumble, feeling a little dizzy, “Whoa there, you big fat liar.” He lowers me to the ground. “Next time you say you’re going out to do something, I’ll be going with you.” My lips quirk, my first smile in what seems like a very long time. “Sure. I didn’t catch anything, though.”

he said. "Okay, let's do this. Who knows, that third book is already on its way," Cela said. Hyun's eyes grew bigger. Thankfully, they are just talking on the phone and Cela can't see how excited he is to hear the news first hand from her. Tomorrow will be perfect.

Outside, the sound of car engines announced Alan's arrival. A cold smile curled at my lips. The wedding was going to happen, no matter what. I couldn't wait to see how much trouble those two could stir up after this.

“Beyond happy.” THE END

“I agree wholeheartedly, Your Grace.” * * * * Lindsay stood next to Barry in front of a clergyman as he read out of the Book of Common Prayer. Her grandmother had told her she’d be nervous today, but Lindsay wasn’t. Excitement ran through her veins, and she couldn’t stop smiling. Love blossomed inside of her, and each new day with Barry would only be an adventure, she was certain.

This had me smiling. "It means my people are coming to save us."

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

On the high-speed train home, the scenery outside passed by in fragments, but I could not focus on any of it. Shanine slept soundly on my shoulder. She had drunk too much the night before and had been rushed onto the train early this morning, leaving her half-dazed. Her hair brushed my neck, carrying the familiar scent of her shampoo. Yet, my heart felt strangely quiet. Almost empty. That happiness had arrived too fiercely, and it had disappeared just as quickly. Phoebe sat across from us, wearing headphones and scrolling through her phone. Occasionally, she looked up, our eyes meeting briefly before she quickly looked away again, as if nothing had ever happened.

“I’m really happy. Not pretend happy. The real kind.” She twisted to look up at me. “Even with the sad parts in the book?” “Especially with the sad parts.” I glanced at Callan. He gave me a small nod, the kind that said *I’ve got you*. “Papa and I went through a lot of hard things before you and your brother were born. Really scary things. Sometimes I still get sad or worried. But being happy doesn’t mean nothing bad ever happened. It means we’re okay even with the scars.”