Happy Accident Book Novels & Stories

Fuck I miss them too, I hope they don't hate me. "Well I'm back to work now. I'm actually in Paris, first time that I've been back since we were here together, and my god the whole fucking town reminds me of you. I even went to that little bookstore that I took you to, trying to find a little piece of you to keep with me. I found a book that reminded me of you. It's called 'Finding the joy in the smallest things'. That's what you do, you're grateful for the little things in life, you made me grateful for the small things. I found joy in your laugh, your smile, your presence, even finding this stupid little book. But now that I've started reading it I've realised it's one of those self help b

Harry and Harriet cheered in agreement and they made their way to the ice cream parlor. Looking back, she should have known that she wasn't made to be happy. All this happiness was just a trick, a ruse hiding the true reason. It had only been waiting for her to lower her guards and then it would strike. Amidst the laughter and joyous clamor of the ice cream shop, her phone chimed. She glanced at the message without thinking and wished she hadn't done so. Wished she hadn't let it dampen her entire day. “Hey, Amelie.

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She yanked her fingers away, flustered, before they came into contact with anything else. Then the man quickly lost his balance again when an Asian mother with a Hello Kitty massive suitcase pressed them together, and the man's crotch was almost too close to her face while the Asian mother apologised and screamed at her children. Catherine's face turned rosy pink and could be compared with a massive horror shock.

After that we got lucky in the coffee shop that we had visited a million times before and never been noticed, then just a few minutes later we were saved from a deadly accident even, the car was not touched. Soon after, I got lucky with Natalia when she tried to embarrass me in the hall and the history research deadline on the same day was two strikes of luck. Of course not to forget about Kevin’s race and how he won, I was also saved from Natalia again when she tried to push me into the pool and Ben noticed me although it is still debatable whether it was a strike of luck or revenge as Kevin claimed. Afterwards, I used it again to apologize to Kevin and convince him to use it during the exa

I was beginning to think this marriage wasn’t bad after all. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

I sat there for a long moment, the folder on the bed between us, Robbie's betrayal still fresh, Patricia's firing still fresh, every wall I'd spent months building suddenly feeling exhausting to maintain. "There was an accident," I said finally. "Years ago." Rosa went still. "What kind of accident?" "A car accident. Johansson was involved." I pressed both hands against my face, the words coming slower than I wanted, each one costing something. "She was driving. I was the passenger. She was drunk." "Daniel—"

His golden eyes were soft, filled with sadness. “I think I messed up, Bane,” I whispered, my voice cracking as I reached out to bury my fingers in his thick fur. “I messed up so bad. He was just trying to protect me, and I blamed him for everything.” Bane let out a whimper, licking a stray tear from my jawline. My mind dragged me back, pulling me into memories of happier times, back when things were simple. I remembered the way Malik would sit across from me at my kitchen table, telling me stupid jokes just to see me smile. I remembered the warmth of his large hand resting on my lower back whenever we walked together, an anchor that always made me feel like nothing in the world could ever hu

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When I was tired I decided to at least try to continue my book and this time I actually wrote something, but a different storyline. It has been a week since the incident in the club happened. The week was normal as usual only that the new storyline I started has been moving well. Immediately I told Joe what happened the last time at the club she has been on my back since the last time, saying she hopes I eventually meet the guy again. In which I do not want that to happen, that is even if I actually remember his face. I was presently sitting in a coffee shop, with a cup of mocha and a plate of chocolate cookies at my front and my laptop. I had already written the prologue of the new book and