Joy Of Life Book Novels & Stories

I'll die just like the villainess in the novel without accomplishing a joyful life? Once again, I remembered how similar our life is. "We are truly an unfortunate people, princess" Maybe this is the end of my life. I smiled once again before losing consciousness. If only I treasured my life more, I won't have any regrets. If God would give me a chance for a new life, I'll definitely live it Joyfully but I know, that'll never happen. How sad...

They matter more then anything. I hope you liked my book. Please leave me comments if you think something is wrong or want something explained in the next book. Thank you for all your support. I want to give thanks to the people who helpped me realise my dream. You know who you are. Thank you all.

Oh my God ! ** NOTE TO THE READERS: THE BOOK FOR JOY AND LEX’S COMPLETE STORY IS TITLED “MY NERD MATE” WHICH IS EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON D****E. YOU CAN READ ABOUT IT IF YOU ARE INTERESTED TO KNOW MORE FOR CURIOSITY SAKE. HOWEVER, NOT READING ABOUT IT WILL NOT DISTURB THE FLOW OF THIS STORY. SO KEEP READING AND ENJOY ! **

Regina, my love, You're the fire in my heart that melts away all my worries. Your smile is like the sunshine after a rainy day, Your eyes, it likes two orbs of fire, full of life. The only thing is, you are so serious, losing the joy of life in it. Dear cutie Pie, Please remember me in your prayers Regina, I have started writing this book since I know that I'm dying. I'm just a guest in this world for few days. Darling, I'm the proof that life is too short for you to stay serious all the time. Live your life at the moment. Take time to enjoy it. Take time to help others then you will do a great job in your life.

Or perhaps we’ll create new worlds, new stories, and you’ll join me there, the same way you joined me here. So from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you for every moment, for every memory, for every laugh, for every tear. Thank you for being here until the end. And most importantly, thank you for believing in love, in family, in forgiveness, in joy… and in messy, beautiful life. With all my love, ...Joycepen P.S. If you ever feel lost, just remember...happiness doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be real, messy, lo ud, and yours.

I hope you guys too will learn to cherish your life, forgiving the bad people, living with a light heart, with an open mind, finding your own happiness in your own way. CHERISH YOUR LIFE WITH ALL YOUR HEART,NO MATTER WHATEVER IT TAKES, NO MATTER WHOEVER SAYS ANYTHING! FIND YOUR HAPPINESS,YOUR HAPPY ENDING LIKE HOW I ELEANOR BLUE ANDERSON FOUND MY HAPPY ENDING IN MY LIFE! ❤️❤️❤️THE END❤️❤️❤️ ***** Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

She used to write about kindness in the journal she carried everywhere. Whenever life became overwhelming, I'd open one of those pages and remind myself that good people still existed. Standing here now... I was beginning to believe it again. "Aya?" Jamey's sleepy voice floated through the hallway. "In here!" A few seconds later, my younger brother wandered inside without looking where he was going, his nose buried inside a thick book. "Pancakes," he muttered automatically. Then his foot slammed into one of the stools. "Ouch." He looked up.

“Nah. I think we’re just getting started. We are in the happy ending part of our story of life.” He looked puzzled at me so I explained it to him that life is just like a book. The beginning is our childhood and growing pains. The middle is teenage angst and early life lessons. The chaos is our twentys and everything. Climax is the end of it all and finally is our happiness and the resolution. He nods. “Never thought of it like that.” “I found mine,” I tell him. “Hope you found yours.” “I did,” he says. We shake hands.

I was no longer in Nassau but in Brooklyn, where the sky was covered in clouds, the temperature was lower by twenty degrees, and instead of Jarvis's sweet rainbow drink, I was now sipping Sauvignon Blanc bought in a supermarket downstairs. Joy, my best friend in the entire world, was sitting in a chair in front of me. Her beautiful straight, black hair was tied in a messy bun, but that didn't make her permanent resting-bitch face any less intimidating. Her gently slanted dark chocolate eyes were fixed on me, and the Death Note tee she was wearing served as a subtle reminder of something she often told other people: Joy was not a name but a sarcasm. Yes, Joy Nakamura was not the girl anyone w

But how dare he create a journal when she's not the subject of all his novels. The contents of the journal are surely bothering her. The uneasy feeling of opening the first page of a book that contains secrets to one's life is nerve-wracking. Like unfolding the mysteries of an ancient civilization. 'To the stranger who saved me from drowning in love, Shanta.' Kachina winces at the acknowledgement section. She turns to the next page and finally comes across a chapter where she sees a familiar name that made her jump in joy and curl in sadness. 'Kachina... Kachina left me.'