Happy Short Stories Novels & Stories

Felt that? So what if one day, when fairy tales and happiness are too absurd for you, someone offered you-- Not a fairy god mother, not a witch, not genie, not a mist... but just someone who can make you happy, offering to make you feel it again. But of course nothing lasts forever. Only fifty five real happiness, real wishes. Once you feel happy for fifty five times, the ones who came to make you happy will be disappear like they never happened. You have to continue as if they never existed. Would you take it or would you leave the offer and find your own happiness?

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Clarisse saw the teary eyes and smiled patting her shoulder. " You should be happy with me friend". Did she just call her friend? It's even more tempting to tell her everything. " Why should I be happy?", " Because after a suffering is a fairy tale", she said and giggled, " A fairy tale?", " Yes, though I do feel like novels exaggerate, they are fictitious but tempting, some times we would wish to be in that position, where there will be a prince in shining armor coming to rescue a lady in distress, and in novels it's always a billionaire marrying a lady in distress in an arranged marriage, you know the case of marrying someone you've never met, but turn out to be the person you need most in

I inhaled a gulp of the air and let out a sigh, a smile finding its way to my lips. Noah’s love brought light I never knew I lacked into my life. He was my safe haven, my safe space. With him, I could be whatever I wanted to be. He made me happy. I am happy. I really hope I could always be happy like this. I really hope I won a happiness lottery. For once, life should grant me this.

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

After he was moved out of the ICU, he seemed to have endless things to say, constantly pulling me aside to chat. "Julian is a good man. I know you may not be able to give him your whole heart yet, but life goes on. You should try to embrace something new. I can tell you're more at ease around him. Your stomach hasn't acted up in a long time, has it?" I froze. It took me a moment to realize that my stomach issues really hadn't flared up in quite some time. "Grandpa, Julian… really has been good to me. We're even planning the wedding. You have to get better soon and come to it."

Valle walked quickly down the street, his heart light and a grin on his face. He felt an unexpected rush of happiness, a sense of joy bubbling up inside him like a newly opened bottle of soda. He couldn’t quite figure out what had made him so cheerful, but he didn’t mind. Maybe it was because Alexa had been showing him more affection lately. She had been more attentive, making him feel wanted and cared for. Baby Rahilla, too, had started to giggle whenever Valle was nearby, reaching out her tiny hands as if she couldn’t wait to be held by him. Or perhaps it was the steady progress he was making toward his goal. Whatever the reason, Valle embraced the moment, enjoying the warmth of it all.

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Every hole, every position, every toy in the resort’s discreet collection. Sophia lost track of her orgasms. By dawn, she was a trembling, cum-covered mess, happier than she’d been in years. As the plane took off the next morning, Sophia looked down at the island shrinking below. Her phone buzzed with a text from Kai: “Already planning your return. Or mine.” She smiled, thighs pressed together at the memory of his cock, and typed back: “Soon.” Her new life was just beginning.

"What about you? Any interesting men in your life?" "Men?" Janet laughed. "I barely have time to sleep, let alone date. Between the hotel, community service and my freelance work, romance is the last thing on my mind." "You deserve happiness too, you know." "Maybe. But right now, I'm happy helping you two build something good. That feels like enough." Jackson felt a wave of gratitude for this woman who had become such an important part of their lives. "Thank you. For everything. For the hotel, for your friendship, for not judging us."