Happy Accident Book Novels & Stories

I will be on the streets and my baby will be born on the streets too! Why do bad things only happen to me? Why can't I have a happy ending and forget about my past I sat down on the bathroom floor too weak to get up and loud sobbs began coming out of me "Sarah are you okay? Don't cry princess everything will be okay, we will figure out a solution okay come out now.." Santiago knocked on the bathroom door. ________________________ Hope you guys are enjoying this book Lots of love Faiyth♡♡

Dear reader, Thank you so much for purchasing and taking the time to read my book, ‘The Accidental Wife’ I truly hope you enjoyed reading this book as much as I did writing it. If you loved this story and you want to know more about Shayla and Coles journey, be sure to check out the sequel, Love me Again.

Mari would occasionally remind me that these books were a work of fiction and that love never came so easy, but looking at what I have now, I feel like Mari may not have been as happy with Jonathan as they let on. My time with Mari and Jonathan had been wonderful. I always thought they would adopt me, but then the accident occurred. We'd been driving in the car, traveling across the Golden Gate Bridge, when the car spun out of control and pummeled into one of the pillars. Mari and Jonathan were killed on impact, and I was flung from the car through the windshield, my body somehow soaring over the suicide barriers. The coast guard found me later that afternoon, washed up on shore. They said i

Moved by her pain, we embraced her, offering not just solace but a connection born from shared sorrow. In the midst of our advocacy, a surprising opportunity presented itself. A renowned author, captivated by our story, approached us about turning Liam's life into a book, a tale of resilience, loss, and the enduring power of love. Intrigued, we agreed, hoping that sharing our journey might inspire others facing their heartaches. The book became a bestseller, and as the foundation continued to thrive, the royalties poured in, funding child safety initiatives on a larger scale. The little boy who once dreamed of hot air balloons is now a symbol of hope and change.

Hi, thanks for reading. Please, kindly go to the homepage (book information page) and leave your review (your thought about the book so far. Please. ★ ★ ★ “Hun!” Everyone’s eyes widened, surprised at the miracle that had just happened before their eyes. The next thing they expected was watching the truck crash the car and scatter it into pieces, which would lead to the loss of people inside the car. People who closed their eyes expected a loud noise announced the accident to them, and after waiting for a minute and still hearing nothing, they opened their eyes and their mouths widely ajar.

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.

~Katia~ The smell of garlic butter and lemon had barely faded from our plates when Aiden reached for another piece of calamari, his little fingers expertly bypassing the lemon slice and going straight for the crunch. He sat beside me, legs swinging off the velvet booth, wearing his little grey sweater with his name embroidered over the chest. His curls bounced each time he turned to flash me another proud grin, mouth full and happy. I couldn’t stop watching him. We’d only been back in New York for three days, and already he was adjusting better than I was. That was the magic of children—they didn't carry the weight of history. They lived in the now. They smiled easier. Loved faster. Forgot p

"But I am saying that sometimes the moments that feel like absolute catastrophes are actually the universe redirecting you toward something better. You never know what comes next. That's the terrifying and beautiful thing about being alive." The man with the coffee-stained shirt smiled - genuinely smiled. "You know what? It's just a shirt. And I was having a terrible morning before this happened. At least now I have a story." He looked at the barista. "I'm Daniel, by the way. And I'm not upset. Accidents happen." The barista - whose name tag read "Sarah" - looked between Claire and the stranger with dawning wonder. "Did you really marry the guy you spilled coffee on?"

Hence, I checked his work schedule and planned a trip to Wanoki Island because he said that he missed the beach and sea there. However, Emil didn't agree to the trip to Wanoki Island. Instead, he chose to go hiking and camping with Sarah, and I was ordered to go along. The rain was pouring, but Emil sent me to pick up Sarah's bracelet. In the end, I stumbled down the cliff and broke my leg. I ended up in the hospital for two months afterward. I didn't want to experience that sort of hopelessness in life again, and leaving Emil was the first step. I packed my belongings quickly and went downstairs with my identification documents. Coincidentally, I bumped into the formally dressed Emil, who w

I flipped the book open, trying to disappear into the pages, but before I could even focus on a single word, a voice cut through the cafeteria noise. “Oh my God, what is this?” The voice was sharp, laced like a parcel with mockery and it sent a cold wave through my spine. It was Shannon. My worst nightmare. I barely had time to react before the reality of what was happening hit me—she was already holding my notebook. My notebook. The one where I wrote down every little thought. Every personal goal and the worst part of it… it was where I wrote down every little thing I wanted to do before graduation. It was my bucket list.