My Little Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

It was complete heaven. "We did it, Dimitri." "We did what, Roza?" He sounded curious and slightly confused. I lay my head against his chest and closed my eyes, chuckling. "We got our happily ever after." ***** We're officially finished with this story, everybody! Once again, I'd like to thank the people who read, reviewed, followed, and favorited Happily Ever After. It means the world to me, and I hope you guys continue enjoying my work and being amazing. Tell me your thoughts about the epilogue and overall story in a review!

Their infectious joy was a balm to my soul, a living testament to the love that had endured and flourished amidst the trials of the past. Noah, with his mischievous grin and a curiosity that mirrored my own, tumbled onto the couch in a fit of giggles. His laughter resonated with the purity of childhood, untainted by the complexities of the world. Olivia, my spirited little girl, twirled around with a radiant smile that mirrored the joy I felt in their presence.

Lately, ever since Little Luc dropped from the sky with his wings tugged on his hack, my happiness has come from simple, simple things. Be it a stroll in the park, the sound of his little laugh, and sleeping next to Anna at night. That plus pouring my heart into the keyboard and typing down the musings of my brain. Life was peaceful the way it was, and yes; there were shitty bumps here and there, but I would choose this life over everything else.

I bit my lip and smiled down at her, “I love you. She took her hand in mine as we turned together to face the preacher as he joined us together. Forever after. The End of Book One. Thank You to everyone for reading My very first Novel. I know its shorter than most but I wrote this orginally in 2019. I just now got the nerve to share it with everyone. I want to thank you for all the love and support. You guys are the best. Look out for the next book soon called Hear Me Now hopefully it will receive all the same love as this one did! XOXO Lonnie

"Kayi mannaton ke baad Mere ghar me aayi hai khushi Nazren bacha ke waqt ki Mene churayi hai khushi Darwaze pe baraat apne Saath laayi hai khushi......" (After many wishes, happiness has come to my house, Hiding from the eyes of time, I have stolen the happiness, The procession has bought the happiness at the door) ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

My little princess is growing up. Anne's P.O.V Hi, I'm Anne. I'm six years old, turning seven in two months. I loved being in school and having a lot of friends around me to play with. Before school it was just me and mom most of the times as daddy needs to work a lot. I love mommy and daddy but I do want someone I can play with and have tea parties with. School makes me feel happy. I can't wait to see everyone's baby photos we need for tomorrow.

Or probably those kids might be the children of any of these vendors. “Princess!” Jayden called the moment she slipped from his grasp. Clara took it upon herself to play with the young ones until their mothers were ready to return them home. Happiness—the kind she had never felt before—bloomed in emotional warmth as flowers opened in spring. She was always told when she was a kid that happiness was in everything. She just had to invite it in. It was in the cool rain and deep sunshine, or even when chopping a home-grown vegetable. The point was even in the simplest thing, people could find happiness. Before, Clara didn’t know what true happiness was. This newfound feeling that touched her hea

Maybe, that's how every man feels on losing something they’ve cherished most. "Yeah! Fishyy. Come, come!" I grinned, taking slow steps towards that little bundle of joy who was lost in his bubble. He ran his fingers on the aquarium as the fishes inside were swimming in between the castles. In my opinion, it was a heart-wrenching moment when this homeless kid attained happiness with a small thing while adults like me can’t be happy even with all the wealth. ‘It’s a fact that those who haven’t got the luxuries of life will rejoice the smallest of things.’

After just taking the dopamine, I desperately erased the contents of the BL novel from my head. * * * I desperately tried to forget. But that ended up being poison instead. Because it took a whole year and a half to realize this place was inside a novel! “Damn it, this is the world inside that R-rated obsessive confinement angst high-tension gay story?!” “B-brother, what’s wrong?” Only then did I feel the small body tightly held in my arms trembling slightly. ‘I-I forgot! So this kid is…’ That tragically confined ‘male’ protagonist Harper Lewis (age 4) is lost and being held by me.

They should celebrate him He deserves to be celebrated more than he knows. People say he is fortunate. I think they only see the parts of him that shine. They do not see how tired he looks when he thinks no one is watching. They do not see how quickly he says “I’m fine.” As though he has practiced those words for years. I wonder if anyone asks who takes care of him. Her throat tightened. She swallowed the gulp inside her throat. She shiver a little. But still she continued. She decided to write further details. I gifted him his favourite children book "The Little Prince" and he was so happy like a child. I could see his eyes glittering like stars. He was genuinely very happy. Seeing him happ