Happiness Falls Book Novels & Stories

Ken will agree to anything Monroe says. Roy flattened the towel on a bar in the bathroom to let it dry and came out―to face the loving couple. Ken was basically starry eyed at Monroe and well Roy knew from the very start that they were going to end up like this sooner or later―but looking at them, Roy felt relieved. He may suffer with some overly sweet moments but if they are happy, he can turn a blind eye to it. Roy left the newly couple with their own antics and locked himself inside his room. His first duty now was to actively look for the book he borrowed from the bookstore, Jeremy worked at and read it.

They gave me purpose. That night, I slept with a smile. The future seemed to hold many prospects. Of love and of happiness. ****Thank you for giving my book a shot****

] 4|Evan ~ CEO/Billionaire Romance [Devin’s spin off but it can be read as standalone] 5|Falling For My Husband ~~ Lastly, this novel is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are a product of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. xx ~She’s the flame that melted his cold heart. He’s the glacier that calmed her burning rage.~

I was falling into that depressive state that I usually fell into right after I would have one of those nightmares and I would be left alone for a little too long. I must have worried him because he came and sat down next to me. I had this sudden urge to hug him, so I decided to act on this and uncurled myself and stretched out my arms. Fully intending to look like a sexy cat but I doubt that that was what it had looked like. Instead of just hugging him I climbed into his lap and surprisingly he had let me do this without moving a muscle of his own.

When Yvette smiled, her eyes lit up like crescent moons, a look that effortlessly won people's affection. But in them, I detected a hint of smugness and calculation. "How old are you?" I asked. "23," she replied. "Then you’re old enough to know what honesty is," I said sharply. Her smile wavered. "I don't understand what you mean." "It's clear. The whole plan was done by me, from start to finish," I said. "You knew that, yet you still presented it as your own. It's called shameless."

Thought so too , so in this book titled I love you am gonna put down all of my experiences , and note its gonna be in a detailed version. Question to ask : why was I sad and depressed Answer : I was brutally raped at age ten by my one and only uncle ( Fred ) who happened to be my dad's younger brother , sad right? , but that's the truth really. But you know , am not sad anymore why because, the sad incident made me meet the love of my life " Steven Damien " he is not only a good husband but also an amazing and loving father to our kids " Daniel and Daniella " i must say , they are the best things that ever happened to me and am really proud of them.

AMY POV Happiness, I had come to learn, was not a single feeling. It was a thousand small ones stacked on top of each other until they became too heavy to carry quietly, until they spilled out of you in the form of humming while you brushed your hair, or smiling at strangers for no reason, or crying in the produce aisle because a song came on the radio that reminded you of someone who finally loved you the way you'd always hoped someone would. I cried in a lot of produce aisles those days. I'd given up being embarrassed about it months ago.

The Power of Forgiveness: A Woman’s Guide In Saying I’m Sorry “Just when I thought he was turning cute.” I pick up the book and take Auster’s old place, a seat that was opposite Yohan’s. Despite my inner protests I start flipping through the pages. And just like I thought it was full of pictures of women crying and hugging it out. I didn’t even have to read a whole paragraph before I decided it just wasn’t for me. Annoyed, I throw it back into one of the crates near me. My eyes wander to what Yohan was reading. The Fall of The Great Alpha Of Cinco

Joe asks me, standing at the bottom of the stairs. Sighing, I nod, rising to my feet. " Would you take me to the bookshop, please?" He nods, his brows scrunched up. As curious as he is about my mood, without another word he walks ahead of me, leading me out to the car. Just a day before yesterday I was bubbling with happiness, feeling giddy and in love. Things seemed right and were starting to look up. And now, today, it's as if those few moments of happiness don't even count. I can't explain this but it's like I'm always receiving temporary happiness.