Happiness Fiction Book Novels & Stories

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

Most of Nina's books in Maria's collection were general fiction, full of suspense, desire, longing, crimes, and thrilling scenes. There was no happily ever after, I just realized that after Nina made that statement that she no longer believes in happily ever after. But that was the reality of the world we live in. Not every one of my stories will end up on happy notes, some will end up on bad and sad notes. Most of Nina's book ends up on sad notes and sometimes they are neutral. I could remember one of her books which I exchanged with Maria. It was a romantic fiction of a younger man who was in love and lusted after a woman 8 years older than him. Their relationship wasn't defined and he was

I draped her pancakes with honey and dropped it on the table right in front of her, serving it with a glass of milk, after which I went back to the kitchen and had mine with a cup of hot chocolate. No one was at the hospital when I got there, and luckily for me, I brought a book along, so I sat right beside the bed and started reading the book. The book was “ My Father's Wish” by Bellaboy, a touching story of how a young man, Hunter, was set up by his late father's will to marry his middle school bully, Hazel, just so that he; Hunter, could claim his inheritance.

"Got anything left to sweet-talk her with? Or are you planning the hundredth proposal?" They all burst out laughing. They were right. I had prepared ninety-nine proposals just to make Justine happy. For three years, I kept trying, never backing down. But now, I had nothing left. My mother's eyes welled up. "Get out of here, you little pricks!" But they barely noticed, pulling a confidentiality agreement I'd signed from my bag. They laughed, showing it around like it was a treasure. "Look, he's joining a medical research project, and he'll have to work in a secret facility for ten years."

Sprinted to the door, I pulled it open, not expecting it to open, but it did, causing my heart to swell in joy. Ambling to the shelf, my eyes darted round the various book covers. Fiction was my favorite book to read because the best thing about reading was to be able to escape from your life, to be able to read hundreds or even thousands of other lives. Non-fiction does not have that power, it does not change you the way fiction does. To me, if you are not affected somehow, even if it is the slightest change, you are not reading the right book. I would love to think that every novel I have read has become a part of me and created who I am in a sense.

And in that moment, standing in the doorway of our soft, sleepy home, I knew one thing for certain— Happiness wasn’t loud. It was this. The laughter that still lingered in the air. The warmth of someone’s hand in yours. The quiet heartbeat of a house full of love. END OF CHAPTER 119

I read for an hour while she listens without moving, just soaking in the story. When I finish a chapter, she speaks for the first time in an hour. "I used to love stories," she says softly. "Before everything went wrong, I used to imagine myself in them: the heroine who gets saved, who finds happiness." "You can still find happiness," I say. She laughs, and it sounds bitter. "How? I'm locked in a cell, being tortured daily. The person I love is locked away somewhere else, and the world wants me dead. Where's the happiness in that?"

"Only one way to prove that." "Careful, wife." I warned, my voice low and teasing. "I always rise to a challenge." She laughed softly, her gaze falling to the book she’d closed. "Do you know what this book’s about?" I glanced at the title again, pretending to think. "A family, right? Something about poverty and resilience?" She nodded, seeming a bit surprised though she had found the book in the beach house, probably assuming I've never read it. "It’s about overcoming tough beginnings and finding beauty in broken places. It’s sad but also hopeful." Her voice softened and she looked thoughtful.

Happiness took a long way to reach my life but it came sweet in the end. ** Author: I hope you all enjoyed this story. I wish you a magnificent year. Let's work hard together and make 2024 outstanding. Don't forget to make a wish and step ahead to fulfill it. My next novel "Trial Marriage, the Countdown To Love You" will come here on N******t. You can read and support me. Let's bring joy to each other's lives. Send your love and prayers to your author. Your Nini~ I*******m to follow me: @author.naz_mzf91

Her words reminded me of an incident I had almost forgotten. A month ago, Lillian had accused me of poisoning the family's desserts, claiming I'd spiked them to give her food poisoning. She had played the victim, accusing me of sabotaging her to win favor. She'd refused to live under the same roof as me, throwing a tantrum until our parents gave her a villa—one that was registered in her name.