Happy Places Novels & Stories

Anne's P.O.V The funny thing about life is we make plans and then it just happens, whether as planned or a completely different way. My current life may not have been as I had planned it, but if I had a second chance, I believe I wouldn't be changing one thing. After having heard the reasons why I wasn't chosen, I was happy that I had gotten amazing parents and that later on in life I had received an additional mother and father figure in Rachel and Harold.

Shivli was constantly staring at Bunny's face like she was searching the trash of pain but she found nothing. Bunny turned his face to her with a gentle smile and added ," Hope my Dad will understand this truth after our last meeting. By the way, happiness and sadness are all created by humans' hearts. There is no such thing like happiness and sadness. Soon Vihaan would pass through it and also get success. " Bunny efficiently diverted the flow from their parents past life to Vihaan again.

I nodded as a sign of response and it was good that Kuya Sam retracted the roof of the mustang so they didn't see my next reaction. At this point, I just smiled. I hope you are happy with the woman you found. Take care of yourself Adem as I take care of you. Be happy always... As you drift away you fade away. I pray that before this time ends, you can possess eternal happiness. I won’t forget these unforgettable memories I will cherish for a long time. Let’s say our last goodbyes. We are not for each other... “Happiness can exist only in acceptance” - George Orwell.

May past wounds heal! May you be at ease, peace and releaae all sadness away to some other continent. Far away from reach! May you smile your day with birthday!:) Enrich your life with real riches of love, joy and happiness on your evrey way. Happiness to come in your life and stay. Forget all pain and fly away! :) Happiness dwells. The dew drop swells. There is joy not next door as much today it’s in my home. We wish you well. We wish you well. The message is spread, indoor, outdoor.

"Then your fiancée is going to get huge, fat and happy because she knows she helped her mother achieve her lifelong dream!" She's back to being good-tempered. Just like the first day I met her. I'm amazed; she doesn't want to go to some kind of rave to get high or get drunk at a trendy club. The only thing Hazel wants is to go to the amusement park in Dubai. Like a child. That's one of the things that impresses me the most about her.

The morning sun streamed through the expansive windows of Hilary's room, painting the luxurious space with a warm golden glow. Hilary, her heart filled with a sense of contentment, stretched out in her bed, the memory of the previous evening's escapades with Rob bringing a smile to her lips. The evening had been a whirlwind of laughter, dancing, and stolen kisses, a perfect escape from the complexities of her family life. For the first time in a long time, Hilary felt a sense of genuine happiness, a feeling of lightness that she hadn’t experienced in years.

I really need not to worry so much. After several hours, when the tantalising aroma of food and drink fills the air, a symphony of laughter and chatter permeates the night air. The vibrant energy pulsates as people effortlessly intertwine, their smiles illuminating the space. The infectious joy spills over, igniting an impromptu dance floor. In this moment, all the shadows of despair dissipate, and a glimmer of hope emerges, illuminating a future brimming with light and bliss.

I felt really confused as to who this person was giving me a hug. He introduced himself as Jacob Blake, my dad, after the hug and then sat down again just staring at me. I started trying to make small talk and ended up telling him that I didn't feel safe with mum and Carl. He promised that he would take me to his house when I will be discharged and that I wouldn't have to go and live with them again.

I can't wait to see “RIP Miss Ivy Moore” Cameil will be the happiest woman on earth and we will leave this city to a far away country where she will put to bed and we will live like a couple forever!

One evening, weeks later, we found ourselves back at Ezra’s place, me and Alex on the couch, Ava curled up with Ezra in the armchair. The four of us together again, not as enemies, not as fractured pieces of something broken, but as a strange, patched-up family. Ezra cracked a dry joke about Alex’s latest attempt at cooking, something about pasta sticking to the ceiling. Ava laughed so hard she nearly spilled her wine. Alex rolled his eyes, tossing a pillow at Ezra, and I leaned back, just watching them all. And I realized something. Happiness doesn’t always arrive in grand gestures or perfect endings. Sometimes, it comes quietly.