On Happiness Novels & Stories

Violet said while shaking her head. “Single but still happy,” Cindy said. “You two are happy, and we are both lonely people for life.” Jessica looked pitiful. “There is no love, the ideal is happiness. Happiness is the feeling, the realization of dreams and ambitions. Happiness is sometimes achieving what you want such as wealth, advancement in work, and a stable life. Or sometimes, happiness is going home with food to eat, work to do, and someone to wait for. In short, everyone has the right to choose their own happiness.”

Da, have you ever truly loved someone? The women next to Han Da can't count, but the record time with him is probably less than three days. What's the point of crossing the street like that to be honest with people? - Honestly what. Just have fun, wouldn't it be better if you were bored to find another girl like that? - Fuck, you just meet someone who wants to be with you for a lifetime and you'll know. Mac Vu leaned back and stretched out on the folding chair, his hands propped up as pillows, his sad eyes looked up at the pitch-black sky, and occasionally sighed.

Breathing a long sigh, he continued exasperatedly, "The child is mine, but I have no feelings for Sally at all. She wanted a child but didn't want marriage. So I helped her. After that, she went abroad. "I wouldn't even know that she returned with the baby if she didn't text me last week." That was when Sean smiled, putting a hand around my shoulder while caressing my belly, "Don't worry. You're the only one for me—we will have our marriage registered soon." My ears were left ringing while bile churned in my gut. Those sweet words used to be music to my ears, but it only left me sick now. Sean watched me as I quickly picked up a bucket to retch, and brought a box of candies, smiling, "Mornin

I turned back to look at them again and again as I walked away. For a brief moment, it felt as if I could see the Wendy of my past life standing among the crowd, waving at me. Her lips moved, as though she were saying something. "This time, make sure you find true happiness!" I nodded silently to myself. I knew I would.

"Would you be willing to lean towards that thing that makes you happy?" Something that makes me happy. How long since I've been happy...happy? What's it like to be happy even? How do I define my kind of happiness? Does it entail two men who'd be at my beck and call anytime I need them? Does it involve my business? Does it involve my new friendship with Addison? Because I have to admit, it made an impact on my life. I've never had a female friend per se.

ASHLEY There is no greater joy than watching the people you love get everything they deserve and more. It just leaves the feeling of warmth spreading all over, a knot of immense pride swirling like bubbles within you. It ignites a wave of pure, undiluted happiness in you. That was exactly how I felt today.

Before. Now? Those desires are completely absent. It's enough for me now to talk about various things with Grandpa and Dad, who seem to have found renewed energy. And it would be impolite if my smile didn't appear in front of them. Because of what I've heard, they say the happiness of newlyweds is quite apparent. What's the scale for this happiness indicator they're referring to? Meeting Andrew, at most, lasts only an hour, and that's only after he returns from work.

I said. He nodded his head as he sat down, “so , you seemed happy , I guess?” Myles asked. I nodded my head, “yeah, I am . So sorry. i was just feeling overly happy because of some exciting things are happening.” I said. Myles nodded his head at me and said , “ well that is great to hear. Now how about we going to lunch together? To that korean restaurant I once brought you to? To celebrate you and your happiness?” Myles suggested.

How in the world is my entire system not even feeling the slightest feeling of being sleepy? I think for a while and there is this thought in my head that tells me that it is because my entire body is filled with nothing but glee. Happiness. It is definitely that. No other reasons but that. Too much happiness is bolting inside me and it is far too much to handle. This kind of happiness is like caffeine and it is keeping me up all night. Our baby. That was the main reason where this happiness is coming from. My baby with Milo.

“You knew how much I loved him” Kimora couldn’t help but glance between them. Sensing the tension building, she intervened in an attempt to defuse the escalating tension. “Larisa dear, I know it hurts, I’m not in your shoes right now to know how pained you are. Dwelling in the past won’t change anything. You’re an amazing person. One day, you’ll meet someone who appreciates you and would forever be faithful to you” “You heard her. Focus on making yourself happy. Your worth is not determined by someone who chooses to be with someone else” Ava added softly. Larisa looked at Daisy from head to toe and sighed deeply.