Happy Fiction Books Novels & Stories

They tasted like beer. “Are you drunk already?” He chuckled. “On half a beer? No.” “So, you’re just being overly charming, laying it on thick.” My eyes narrowed. “What are you up to?” He quirked his brow at me. “What I am up to is cloud-fucking-nine, because I haven’t felt this good or been this happy in years. If I seem drunk, it’s because I’m drunk on happiness and…giddiness. I’m giddy.”

"You are sick, Aria; you are sick for thinking everything is a fairytale, as you make your forty million followers think." There is a word called fiction, a world where nothing is real... Emotions are fake, and just because I write about the fake world doesn't mean I expect him to be like the male lead of my novel. "It's all fiction, Caleb. Everything I wrote was fiction, and as a human I have every f*ck*ng right to fantasise, so don't blame your betrayal on my books." "And you dare blame this on my womb?" This was the height of it; I took off the wedding ring from my fingers and held it tightly... I couldn't bring myself to return it.

“I have never seen her wear any good clothes or even smile happily. She was always in a hurry to pay the bills and loans. Now that her business is starting to take off I am really happy for her and happy for my brothers that their art is also being appreciated.” “And this home, we have grown here. I remember times when it was only me, my dad and mom. We were a happy little family. My parents were really young, but were in ove you know. In three years the twins were here already. My father was the happiest man when he held us three with mom by his side. He always called me princess and said mom was his queen. And now now that he also had his knights in shining armor his life was full”

Viktor bossing Sionna, Eliza rolling her eyes at him, and me… trying not to trip over toys while keeping everyone alive. Happily ever after isn’t a perfect fairytale. It’s messy. It’s imperfect. It’s terrifying sometimes. But it’s ours. And I can’t wait to live it, one chaotic, incredible day at a time. A WORD ABOUT HAPPINESS Happiness isn’t clean. It isn’t perfect. It’s spilled cereal, mismatched socks, untied shoelaces, messy hair, loud laughter, and tiny, stolen moments. It’s the quiet that comes after chaos, the soft gaze when someone you love looks at you, the small victories that feel enormous because you survived the storms that tried to take them away.

Level 100000000+ is not even enough to describe how airy their confidence level is! "Ah, we're already here. Welcome to my heaven, Caspian! Isn't it the most beautiful place in the world?" "It depends on the view and perspective of the person." He said bluntly, "Aww! That hurts you know," I pouted and pulled him inside the store. Ah! My happy place! This sacred dwelling of mine! They say that money doesn't give you happiness, they're wrong, money can be lots and lots and lots of books and novels, and they make me VERY happy!

There are books below to keep you company. Narcissus. I peered down beneath the table in pure curiosity and there I saw more books. The hopeless romantic books that I had to read. It ends with us and ugly love by Colleen Hoover stood out the most to me. I read reviews on it and it seemed good. It was actually on my next turn list but then I got engaged in the ace of spades that was a part of the collection that Narc had sent and annotated.

They didn't want to hear my voice so I stopped talking long ago. I stroke the paper against her palm and she grabbed closing the window. I grabbed my tray of food along with my novel based on a fairytales. I loved them because of happy endings. I never hoped for a happy ending for me as I was happy with my books and the room. I never wished to come out of this room and threatened the happy ending of the people of my Kingdom.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

He casts his eyes to the side, gesturing to the sobbing people. Oh no. I hate it when people are sad. I’d much rather spread joy and happiness. I needed to think of something happy to help these people. I closed my eyes and began to recite the lullaby my mom used to sing to Ellie and me every night. Although a few tears fell from my eyes, thinking of my mom, it was such a happy memory for me.

Hazel and Alex, their hair touched with silver, their eyes reflecting a lifetime of shared laughter and tears, found solace in the familiar rhythm of their days. Hazel, her bookstore now a cherished landmark in the city, found joy in sharing her love for stories with a new generation of readers. She saw her bookstore as a haven, a place where the weight of the world could be momentarily forgotten and where the magic of words could transport people to faraway lands and extraordinary adventures.