Happy-go-lucky Book Novels & Stories

“Let us do this honey, we will talk about this topic later, okay. Now I have something better. Your grand pa requested that I take you to a party he has organized so that you can meet his friends. Do you think that you can come with me?” Lucky pouted her mouth and said” Do you mean my grandpa wants you to meet someone else to be my dad?” she asked.” I know that most people meet in such parties but please I only want Samuel to be my daddy and no one else. For this reason I won’t go to the party.” She just dismissed her like that.

He told Sung-ho once that there is a book that changed his life from down to up and made him a better person, so now he is giving it to Sung-ho, that way he can change his life and get better too, and for the last thing he said in the letter is "book and seat in a good wind chill in a beautiful garden like we used to sit at is a life-changing, take care, my friend, it was awesome knowing you I'll keep watching you from far away" Sung-ho opened the book, and the title of the book was "Joy of Manipulation" and his content was something that is really can change the way of thinking so Sung-ho start going every day to the garden and start reading the book while Hyun-ki is observing him from far

The sight was incredibly satisfying. "You're finally here! Come on, let's go!" Shanine grabbed Phoebe's hand, and the three of us boarded the train together. When we bought the tickets, I had suggested getting cheaper ones so we could spend more money on the hotel and activities. The train we took was an old one. The entire journey was slow and shaky. The car was packed, especially since it was a holiday travel peak. None of us had reserved seats. Luckily, I reacted quickly enough and grabbed an empty one as soon as we boarded.

See as serving from head to toe. Although the young lady is so happy, Lang Tinh also has secret feelings and spaces that few people know about, never being free, not being allowed to interact with mediocre friends, not neglecting herself, must not lose value…etc…etc… there are so many things that she wants to tell. Sometimes she finds that the life of a gangster like him is sometimes good, not constrained or forced to anything, just being a martial artist will have a position in the gangster world, not having to throw it all away. Gray matter in the brain out that works like business.

She said. “YES!!!!” Helga pumped her fist in pure excitement. “This is our chance to be rich!!!!” She told Patrice. *Wealth? Here I come!!!!* Patrice thought as she looked at the raffle ticket in her hands.

There's no point sitting around and waiting for fate to do the work because believe me, I did that and I was nowhere near happy. So, the age-old question, Are you happy? It's not really a good question if you think about it... It should be more like, 'Could you be happy?' or 'Are you trying to be happy? or even 'Will you be happy?'. No one is happy all the time because happiness is the result of learning and learning is the result of pain. It's the people that don't know what to do with that pain that can't be happy. I didn't know what to do with it! Sometimes, I still don't. Other times, I just take it and I cherish it, I cherish the way it made me feel and I declare that I never want anyon

Once she’d successfully swallowed the beignets, she gulped down the entire glassful. ---------------------- Hello, Are you enjoying this book? Of course you are, why else would you be here.. LOL Please check out my second book... The name's HAPPY FOREVER AFTER and I'm sure you will love it... Thank you.

EMBER “Happy birthday to you,” Gracie said, raising her glass of champagne toward me. “I hope all your dreams come true this year.” “Thank you.” I smiled, clinking my glass against hers. We had completed our trek to New York and moved into our loft that week. It was all finally starting to feel real, and it was thrilling.

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.”

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