Jars Of Happiness Clean Copy Novels & Stories

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Her fingers moved absentmindedly as she counted the jars once more. “The smaller jar was enough for both His Grace and Her Grace. The healer said three applications for three days…” She sounded distracted, almost dazed by the implications. “Store these somewhere dark,” she ordered before immediately turning back toward the piscina. “There might be more, but I am not sure where Mira has stored them or whether she gave them to the healer.” Jack threw those words as an added caution as he knew they had more in the large earthen jar. He did not linger after he finished what he needed to do, he quietly returned to his room.

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

Please note the sarcasm. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Joy's POV

134. Jasper I had a plan to get rid of Joy and start my journey to getting Soraya back, reclaiming what was mine. I was the one in charge, moving the pieces where they belonged. Everything was going smoothly, I cut the brakes with no intention of anyone getting killed, I just wanted him to get hurt badly, then I stole the flash drive, the one that I knew contained everything that I would need to keep Soraya by my side, without it, she has no power.

She was staring intently into the heavens, one eye slightly closed as if squinting would somehow help her to focus more on whichever star she believed to be Jaris. Carey did not feign sympathy. By nature, he was uninterested in pretending to be empathetic when he was not. Coldly, he stated, “It’s been over a year-and-a-half now, hasn’t it? I’m sure that Jaris has found happiness that you are moving on with your life, and despite missing him, as I do, he knows that you cannot possibly spend the rest of your life dwelling on losing him.”

Both her hands on top of the babies as they adjust themselves on top of her doing skin-to-skin contact. “You are amazing” - I say kissing the top of her head Julia looks at me and smiles. I couldn’t be happier with my little family. We have amazing twin sons. We took over the pack and we are still looking out for James but he will show up eventually. He can’t hide forever. I know he will show up eventually. Julia kisses the top of our baby's heads and closes her eyes. She is exhausted and I look at them appreciating my SECOND CHANCE in life. THE END

"Sir, you're too kind..." Alan answered firmly, "Not at all! A hero will not be left to struggle on his own! We cannot let a hero have his spirits be broken!" He turned to the people behind him. "Here, let me introduce you. This is Dr. Jimmy Langdon, a cardiologist from Hopkins Hospital. He will be consulting on your case. This is the director of the Ministry of Health, responsible for arranging your follow-up treatment." Jimmy stepped forward and carefully reviewed my parents' medical records. "I've read about your condition. Although it's somewhat complicated, it's completely curable. We have developed the best treatment plan to ensure your full recovery."

The Transformation The cleaning of the flat was more than just a chore; it was a ritual of purging the past. They started with the windows, scrubbing away years of city grime until the glass was clear enough to let the light pour in. Zara tackled the floors on her hands and knees, her muscles aching as she scrubbed the corners, imagining she was scrubbing away every trace of the humiliation she had endured in Oakhaven.