Happier Kdrama Novels & Stories

Kyuhyun Oppa... Oppa... Kyu Oppa... Lee Yongju... Lee Yongju... My heart is aflutter, my soul entranced as I imagine Kyuhyun's sultry voice beckoning me. Blissful... "Lee Yongju!" I jolt awake, my muscles trembling from the sudden movement. Someone's calling my name, shattering the fragile threads of my dream. The bed is a haven, warm, inviting, and intoxicatingly fragrant... I yearn to surrender to its comfort and relive the tantalizing dream. Earlier, I was lost in a vivid fantasy, entwined with Kyuhyun in a tender moment, our lips almost touching. But cruel fate intervened, and I awoke, leaving me with a gnawing sense of longing.

She must be a bad person for being happy but she couldn't help it. Three days without having to see Mistress Vetta are days to look ahead to, even though, her back hurts and she still has to work, she's still happy. " I was so happy when I heard it, my princess! I'm really happy about it." Sally enthused excitedly. "I'm happy to hear it too, Sally." Danika finally admitted. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Kiara said in irritation, " I hate you both " Haider and Amina pulled her cheeks and said ," And We Love you sooo Much". Kiara smiled on hearing their warm confession towards her .She said ," I also love you both ". Haider ,Amina and Kiara shared a group hug .They freed from hug. Kiara said ," He will not leave me now .I am totally gone ". Amina said ," Here you are wrong . I know he will give you punishments but he will give you sweet punishment" and she winked at her .

"Daebak, I'm 29, you ought to call me 'Oppa'" "Oppa sounds cringy, I would rather call out by your name or 'Hyung'" " 'Hyung'?" he looked at her, amused. "Woah, you're not kidding?" Siberia smiled brightly until it suddenly faded when she looked at the clock. "Shit" she cursed under her breath "What was that?" "It was truly pleasant stopping for a brief moment to talk with you, yet I have to rush. Perhaps sometime later" She speedily stood up and made a run for the entryway without bidding farewell.

"I secretly went to another doctor, and the results confirmed poisoning." Kris fell silent. "Kris, I have a request," Jubaedah continued. "What do you want, Mom?" "If one day I leave you forever, I hope you will investigate my death and that of my parents, your grandfather and grandmother." A few days later, Jubaedah died. Deep sadness enveloped Kris and Khosyah. When Khosyah turned 25, the son of the CEO of Kencotstory, Ujang, took an interest in her. Therefore, a matchmaking arrangement was made between them. However, Khosyah did not agree to the matchmaking and instead married another man.

That is why they are the ones who buy all the medicine Tiarra needed and they are the ones who take care and remind her endlessly of what she should and should not do. In that way, they can fill the void and give her the love that the child seeks from his father and sister. But they both knew in themselves that their love for Tiarra was not enough. They could see that for in Tiarra's eyes that are full of sadness. When will they see the kid’s bright face? When will they see a real and genuine smile from her? When will Tiarra reach the happiness she’s always chasing? Will she still be able to get her goal before it is too late?

Kia leaned into him, watching their children play, watching Liam nearby with Wren and their own young daughter, watching Kratavak teaching Ryder's stepdaughter some game with exaggerated patience, watching Sable and Declan deep in conversation about the research center's latest findings. "I used to think happiness was something that happened to other people," she said. "Something I watched from outside, the way I watched Pam's easy relationship with her family, or the warmth other people seemed to take for granted." She paused. "I don't think that anymore. I think happiness is something you build, slowly, with people who choose, every day, to keep building it alongside you." "We built this,"

I expressed to him, the song was slow, it was more intimate as we had to be held by our husbands by what I could see. A husband would hold their wives by the hips, and the wives would leave their hands on their shoulders or necks, then would be picked up in the air in a twirl, once Leonidas did the same he smiled brightly at me each time he lifted me in a twirl, it was sweet how they danced and finished with being dipped by the side, when Leonidas dipped me I gasped as he took my lips then lifted me back up, “the dance didn’t have a kiss,” I said to which he smiled and replied, “even so, it felt right my love,” I smiled at his sweet sentiments, he truly was trying to make us work, I was caug