Feel-good Book Novels & Stories

She did the same for him. One evening, as they walked through the city, Grace noticed a small bookstore she had never seen before. They went in on impulse. The space was narrow, warm, filled with the smell of paper and dust. Grace wandered the aisles slowly. She picked up a novel, then another. She realized she had not read fiction in months. Everything she consumed had been functional. Informational. Necessary. She chose a book without overthinking it. At home later, she read until midnight. The story was ordinary, human, unresolved. She loved it. When she closed the book, she felt something shift. She was no longer only responding to the world. She was engaging with it for pleasure again.

Total no-go in her book. By thirty, she was living solo in some dingy apartment. A gas leak did her in.

There could be a slip up, I might just mistakenly say something I'd rather not say. One more reason why it was a kind of safe space with Kunle and Sophia. We talk about everything and yet, nothing. "Well, All books, all genres except sad fictions. I don't understand why books would have sad endings. Books like All the bright colors, The fault in our stars, We were liars and co. I hate reading those kind of books. I prefer books like Eleanor and Park, Holding up the Universe, A very large expanse of sea. Generally, light novels that'd just make me smile. A sun is also a star, books with breathtaking ending that'd make you feel things."

Books: The Perfect Marriage Fraud, The Blood Catalyst (highly recommend) Be good while I’m gone! See you soon 💖 I LOVE YOU!!!

) On Good novel only. 4. Depressed ( love yourself ) currently on N******t only but will be available soonest on Good novel and W******l 5. Persistence. On Good novel only. Thank you!

she giggles as she watches all the titles start downloading onto the device. "Do you have a system to figure out what kind of book you're in the mood for?" I ask with a small cheeky smirk. She tilts her head up and laughs a little before she answers. "Sort of, if I'm in a certain mood then I'll start a certain kind of book. Like, if I'm nervous or sad or anxious I'll read a book that I know I like because I know how it ends. But if I feel good I read a new one, so I'll read a new one" She explains matter of factly before she turns her attention back to the device and scans through the nine new ones she hasn't read before.

Good book. Is this all, getting in a good book? Then I would love to be in his bad book for my life. Good book my ass...! *************

It was the perfect feeling. I quickly ran my bath, allowing my body to adapt to the hot water. I washed my hair quickly, wrapping it up in a towel as I slipped into a satin robe. A smile was plastered on my face as I reached into my bag, searching through my documents for the particular book. This was the kind of feeling that I had craved this whole time. Being happy with somebody I could trust, while working, and finding out what chemicals mixed could do. What it could cure. How many lives it could save.

The rich sweetness of the chocolate cake melted on her tongue, offering a satisfaction that eased the tension in her heart and made her tummy happy. “So sweet… I have been craving this”. She hummed and swung her legs happily like a child. She had an idea to enjoy the sweet moment by reading a book Jessie had recently added to her library on the novel app M********r. The title, *Don't Toy with Me, Sexiest Man of the Year* by Luchi Luchy. She chuckled at the accidental marriage proposal to the female lead and began reading more chapters, quickly finding herself drawn into the story. The escapism of the novel was exactly what she needed, the intriguing plot and rollercoaster of emotions combine

Scarlett’s POV The nap was the best thing that had happened to my body in weeks. Not the deep, scheduled sleep of someone who had gone to bed at a reasonable hour with a clear conscience and nothing pressing on the other side of wakefulness. The other kind, the kind that arrived unexpectedly in the middle of the afternoon in a warm room with good linen and the solid, steady warmth of another person beside you, was the sleep that came after something that had used up everything you had and left you pleasantly empty, light and loose and thoroughly unconcerned with the world beyond the immediate square footage of the bed.