Novel & Cerita My Little Happiness Novel

That is not an important thing right now. I took a deep breath. My fellow cooks… even guided me on how to breathe which made me laugh. See? I'm really crazy. My mind is quite not normal. And I find happiness even from shallow things. @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update)

I set my phone down and looked at Mark playing with Harper in the yard. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows over them. The pain I once thought would last forever now seemed like a fleeting fog in the river of life. I realized then that true happiness wasn't necessarily found in grand vows or dramatic gestures. Instead, it could also be found here in this seemingly mundane life filled with effusive warmth.

Jules piped up. "Fabulous." I said taking my last spoonful and standing up, "I should go rest up then." "See you later pure of heart. Oh wait, maybe soiled of heart would be more accurate." Oakley called out behind me. I threw up one hand behind me in a half-hearted wave and made my way back to my cabin. It was weird not having a roommate anymore. Too still, too quiet. A note lay on my quilt. ******** Elma,

I was definitely going to call his ass back next year. Walt followed him. Ayana started toward her house to grab something for Anais. For a second, I stayed outside. Just me. Eli. The lights. I looked up at them. There had been a time when I thought happiness would feel quieter. Like once you finally got everything you wanted, life would settle. Everything would become easy. Neat. Peaceful. It didn’t. My happiness screamed from upstairs. Left socks in the hallway. Woke me up at three in the morning.

Our little daughter giggled, reaching her chubby pink hand for the manuscript for my new novel on the table. It was a warm story about redemption and new beginnings. The feuds of that dark world felt a lifetime away. I gently stroked my daughter's cheek, looking into her clear, innocent eyes. Killian kissed my forehead. "What are you thinking about?" "I was thinking that everyone who hurt us is finally just a ghost of the past." I leaned against his shoulder, feeling the hard-won peace. This was true happiness, warm and real, unfolding in the palm of my hand.

Ava noticed it most during ordinary moments. Moments that once passed unnoticed. Nova rushing downstairs in the morning with unfinished homework and dramatic excuses. Mrs. Holt pretending to be annoyed while secretly helping. Adrian attempting to maintain authority despite clearly being outnumbered. Small things. Simple things. The kind of moments that quietly became memories. Interesting. Very interesting. Because Ava spent years believing happiness would arrive dramatically. That it would announce itself. That it would feel extraordinary. Reality proved otherwise. Happiness often arrived disguised as ordinary days. Ordinary conversations.

The skyline was no longer just a backdrop; it was the frame of my new life. In the mornings, sunlight streamed through my apartment windows, catching on the spines of books stacked along the walls, my book among them, my story. The bestseller label still startled me every time I saw it. A part of me still whispered that it wasn’t real, that at any moment someone would expose me, laugh at me, remind me that women like me didn’t get happy endings. But then, laughter would break that thought apart… my children’s laughter.

He showed me nothing but respect and support, celebrating every success and pulling me into a warm hug whenever I was worn out. With him, I felt a kind of peace and happiness I'd never known before. We rarely talked about the past, but every so often, Lily would mention news about Tristan and Winnie. After Tristan had her dumped in the red-light district, Winnie endured a period that was nothing short of a living hell. In time, she managed to offend someone she shouldn't. Her legs were broken, and she vanished for good. Tristan, too, paid a steep price. Losing me, the former head of intelligence, together with the blow of the Winnie affair, left the Spallones severely weakened.

She paused, looking out at the horizon of attentive faces. “We are much more afraid of being happy than of suffering. Because suffering is familiar — we have learned how to move through it. Happiness is unknown territory. It’s where we wait for the other shoe to drop. This book is about learning to stay in unknown territory without waiting for catastrophe. It’s about discovering that you can be happy without being wrong for it.” And this third one was a declaration. The passage she chose to read was from the central chapter, the excerpt that had been the hardest and most honest to write:

His house is smaller than his nostrils just to sleep, the rest of the time he is curled up in a nightclub, dancing in music, drinking alcohol to relieve sadness, sometimes having things to do and dragging his body, solve the problem, then go back to lie down in the nightclub. His life is not boring, it is not right to say noisy. - Mr. Vu, the big brother assigned him the task of resolving conflicts at the pier that took the area into his hands. A person close to Nhi Lang came to give the news. Mac Vu immediately jumped up and sat up, just when he was bored, he had work to do, as if he did it to relieve his mood. Han Da saw that and smiled, a mocking smile: - Do you need me to help you?