Joy Of Life Drama Novels & Stories

" Mira said and then pushed Joya away. Joya swiftly rises to her feet; she grabs the small bag at the corner of the tent. Then looked back to gaze at her mother in the tent. Her swollen left leg, her wrinkled face…her suffering. "What is a surname? Joya asked, lingering at the door of the tent. "Leave, Joya! "Tell me my surname, Mother! Tears clouded Joya's eyes. "Jehosphat…Joya Jehosphat! Mira screamed without thinking, and Joya nodded curtly, wiping her tears with the back of her hands; she finally left the tent. Making her way in the opposite direction, she began to run, her feet bare without any shoes, an anklet tied around her ankle.

I looked at the sisters on stage, and my vision dimmed as a strong wave of hatred rose in my chest. In my last life, after spending time with the seven sisters, I felt most drawn to Kara Jennings, so I chose her to be my wife. But in the end, she pushed my grandmother off the second floor, killing her on the spot. After that, Kara teamed up with her sisters, took over my family's assets, and locked me in the basement. The basement was dark, filthy, and suffocating. They even brought my driver's son, Oscar Warner, just so he could watch and laugh at my misery.

But when I saw Tatiana's name on the screen, I was genuinely shocked. In both lives, we had never exchanged a private phone call. We both loved Matthew. In my past life, I refused to give him up, and she hated me for a lifetime. She even taught my own son to reject me. In this life, I retreated first. I removed myself from everything and escaped to the far Northern Territory. I never imagined we would speak at all. After a moment's hesitation, I answered. "Why aren't you coming back for the Full Moon Festival?" Her voice was stiff and unfriendly. It completely lacked warmth.

It was my death certificate. Mom picked up a pen but didn't sign. Instead, she threw it heavily to the ground and tore the document apart until it was in pieces. She said, "I'm not signing it. Flora isn't dead! Why should I sign a death certificate for someone who's still alive?" Then, Mom yanked Cindy up from the floor. "Come home with me. Flora pulled this stunt when she was younger. She jumped into the river and made everyone think she was dead. And what happened? Didn't someone send her back the very next day?"

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The lie was so weak that it almost made me laugh. When I didn't respond, he seemed to take it as a sign that I believed him. "With all those people watching, I couldn't let that kid grow up being called a bastard." I let out a quiet laugh. "So it's fine if I'm called the mistress? Well, you might want to check your phone. What happened today is already trending." He froze, then quickly pulled out his phone. The moment he opened it, Phoebe's livestream filled the screen. Her eyes were red. Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers.

Blood would not stop trickling out of my body. I was tormented until my body was bent out of shape, yet Melanie only watched in cold indifference. But God decided to give me a second chance at life. I noticed the smug look on my sister's face, and I snickered. She would soon find out that marrying Jonathan would be the first chapter of her nightmare. I reported for duty and successfully finished my work. My parents finally smiled at me. The sun was setting. I was writing up the latest report on another homestay. Melanie came into my room, all smiles.

After I unzipped the compressed file, I played the video. In a church that had seen better days, a young man, looking to be about 18, was playing an old piano. The sunlight streaming in illuminated his bleached shirt, causing him to almost glow. The clean, innocent vibe he gave off was like a breath of fresh air, a gentle spring breeze caressing one lightly. Despite only half her face being visible, it was clear from Sylvia's profile that she was smiling gently. Her gaze was also full of adoration as she lost herself in the soothing music.

My parents used lottery tickets to decide our allowances because they wanted to train and educate my younger sister, Elena Carter, and me. Every week before we returned to school, we would be given five lottery tickets. Whatever amount we scratched would be our weekly allowance. Elena was always lucky. She would always win at least a hundred dollars, and she would spend the money on good meals, dresses, and even buying her roommates coffee. The most I had won was 15 dollars, and most of the day, all I got was a few dollars. At the height of my bad luck, all five lottery tickets would end up being losing tickets. I had to rely on the two dollars I managed to save last week. When I asked

Although the ten years she spent loving Jeremy brought her nothing but heartache, it didn't mean true love didn't exist in the world. "Yes!" Joy nodded firmly, her face full of happiness and hope. "My boyfriend treats me so well. He says we'll get married and build a good life together in his hometown." Seeing Joy's unrestrained joy and sweet anticipation, Joanna nodded. "Then I wish you all the best." "Thank you, Joanna, for saving me. I'll never forget your kindness." Joy bowed deeply in gratitude. Joanna smiled and helped her up. Turning to Janet, she said, "Janet, please go to my study and bring five thousand dollars in cash."