Novel & Cerita Jars Of Happiness Clean Copy

I was a good person. The next day was the wedding rehearsal, so I returned to the apartment early. When Gabriel came to pick me up, I had already composed myself, but he still noticed my puffy eyes. "Why are your eyes so red?" he asked, leaning down and gently kissing my eyelids. I forced myself to hold back the disgust and said, "I miss my parents." Gabriel smiled softly and squatted down to help me change shoes. "They must be happy for you, watching from above."

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

"I am happy now, and I will cherish what I have. I've moved on, and so should you. The past was all just a contract. Clinging to it is pointless." Her words struck Daniel's heart, leaving a deep wound. As he tried to speak, a call interrupted, "Sir, when I went to pick up the young master today, the teacher said someone had already taken him."

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.”

But Jarrel had plans to make things right for her, he had wronged her even though she had forgotten about it—his only wish was to give her the fairy tale wedding she deserved. But looking around her and seeing how everything had changed over the past one year, Hana couldn’t help but shed tears—those tears weren’t tears of pain, no, rather they were tears of happiness and joy. Tears that reminded her that both she and Jarrel had somehow managed to pass the stage of turmoil and sadness, they were now in the stage of everlasting happiness.

Like warm sunlight spread inside my body, suffusing me with happiness and contentment. "Oh gosh baby, that's not just a wish but also a punch line," I said to him chuckling with mirth and joy. Laughter sparkled like an ember bursting into flame, burning two into happiness. I could feel his smiling even when apart, the joy being infectious and making me feel at home, carefree. Jubilee felt like a bubble inside, rising within me as though it would burst anytime into lightness and liberty.

Joy proved easier to imagine than to live. Somehow, the universe snatched away the last crumbs of happiness I tucked away like treasures in a cookie jar. “Hmm, not badddd,” I stretched the last word out like a rubber band, squealing at my reflection. “It’s so perfect!” I twirled like a doll on display — perfect, polished, maybe… hollowed. My eyes lit up, and my lips curved into a smile, satisfied and impressed by everything. “Oh my gosh, you look so pretty.” Zarina’s voice pulled me out of my funny daydreaming.

“I just want things to be easy. I have all this money…It doesn’t make me happy. I have a great man… I have a thriving business. But I’m still not happy. Not deep down.” Klara sighs deeply. “Life is full of ups and downs. But don’t let anyone—including yourself—convince you that choosing to survive is selfishness. You’ve done your best in very difficult circumstances. Look for what makes you happy and focus on that.” “Glimmers.” Klara looks at me. “Glimmers?” “Yeah. It’s something Barnaby, our trauma therapist, taught Mom and me. To look for the little things, no matter how tiny, that shone bright in a day and focus on those. Glimmers.”

The refreshing cold water didn't manage to reinvigorate her this time. Clara felt the need to do something to help Uncle Joe, to bring happiness back into his life and put a smile on his handsome face. An idea crossed Clara's mind. Tomorrow, she wanted to find and meet Vivian to talk to her, to do something to help Uncle Joe. After some time, Clara started to lather soap on her body, cleaning off germs and sweat. The fragrant aroma of the jasmine soap couldn't lift her mood, which had already turned sour.

He got in and tossed his keys on the dining table “Alice?” he called out but got no reply He called her name a couple of times and still didn’t get a reply. He grabbed his jacket and headed up to the room they shared. He opened the door gently and saw that she was asleep, at the foot of the bed. He dropped his jacket beside her before picking her up and dropping her gently on the bed. He covered her up and sat beside her, taking a good look at her. He had to admit, she was beautiful. She had bright blue eyes than pierced into the soul and a very beautiful smile. Even on her bad days, she still looked amazing. Jared rubbed his forehead. He didn’t want to let her go but what choice did he have