Happy Novels Novels & Stories

You know, to atleast even try to smile. If you just know how flattering it was to see you genuinely happy. After a long months of dull and emotionless face, finally you have your own now. Happiness...

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.”

Butler looked at Natalie and said, "When Happy came to work in this house, she was only 19 years old. Mr. Center's Mother brought Happy to this house. When Happy came to this house, Mr. Center was only a year old. Happy used to wander around Mr. Center all the time. Happy came to this house as a helping hand but became the nanny of our young master. Happy was always busy with Mr. Center. Mr. Center's parents never saw Happy as a maid. They saw Happy as part of the family. When Mrs. Center was on her deathbed, she held Happy's hand and told him to take care of her son. Mr. Center was only a 5-year-old child at that time. Happy promised that she would be by Mr. Center's side for the rest of he

Chapter Seventy-Eight: Simple Happiness Hawkins' POV To celebrate my Mother's birthday, my wife and I's reconciliation and just celebrating life, my family agreed to go on a trip to Miami. I felt happy and excited because I haven't been with my family on a trip in a long time, too busy dedicating myself to work, and of course, because it would be our first trip as a family. Our child might not be with us yet, but once they are out, I will make sure this will happen again.

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

But Sophia felt it land like it was new, like every time was the first time. "I love you too." And in the morning, they'd wake up and do it again: the breakfast, the park, the work, the small negotiations of a shared life. Hope would have opinions. Liam would make coffee. Sophia would open the gallery. They would count their blessings, which sometimes looked like counting to forty-nine and calling it enough. This was what happiness looked like, she thought. Not perfect. Not without fear or struggle. But real. Earned. Theirs. One year later, and they were finally, truly home.

On holidays and my birthday, there would be precious gifts—jewelry, trinkets. I converted all of it to cash and donated it to orphanages, helping countless children who now called me "Mama Natalie." Caleb grew up strong and kind. He loved to read and was accepted into a prestigious university. He planned to become a teacher and care for orphans, just like me. Days passed, and life grew more and more beautiful. As for what was forgotten… let it remain forgotten. The End

As the seasons changed and the city transformed with the colors of autumn, Hazel and Alex found themselves immersed in a new chapter of their lives. They embraced fresh opportunities, welcomed new experiences, and continued to nurture their relationship with a sense of gratitude and joy. Hazel's bookstore flourished, becoming a beloved community hub where book lovers of all ages congregated to share stories, ideas, and laughter. Her passion for literature and storytelling inspired others, and she found fulfillment in creating a space where imagination thrived and connections were forged.

Haisley reminded. Now it was her turn to roll over and lie on Nathan's body. Her hands were folded in front of Nathan's chest, her chin resting on her hands so Haisley could fully gaze at Nathan's face. "Happiness isn't exclusive to one person," Haisley said again, touching her index finger to Nathan's cheek, then his cheek, and finally, his lips. "And the future, even though we plan and hope everything goes according to what we want, it won't always be the same. Because we never involve unexpected challenges in there."

This moment will haunt both of them, in which they will repent for making each other taste the moment sweeter than honey. Just why? Why were they raising hope in each other’s hearts for this small moment just to break into each other? No doubt Hazel was the happiest today. She looked like a Cinderella dancing with her prince after coming out of her hell-like palace where her mother tortured her for years. And Christian too had enjoyed the peace and true happiness after four years. But then these two will settle in each other’s hearts. Why not, after all? Christian has not found a girl like Hazel to date and Hazel was in the arms of the man who was her first. The first one to inject emotions