Pursuit Of Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

Then she put her cold feet under his leg, deliberately, because she knew he hated it, which was the entire reason she did it, and he made the wounded noise he made about her cold feet, and outside the rain kept coming down, and the afternoon went absolutely nowhere, and it was, she would understand later, with no better word available to her, one of the best days of her whole life, and not one single thing had happened in it. That was the part nobody had ever warned her about, in all the years she had spent advising other people on how to find it. Happiness did not announce itself. It did not arrive with music. It turned up disguised as an ordinary Sunday with burned eggs and a dramatic hous

Sometimes he stood there imagining a simpler life, though he never allowed the thought to linger long enough to become regret. From one extreme of impoverished existence to the other in a relentless, meaningless pursuit of happiness, Theodore often wondered whether success was merely another form of survival disguised as victory. He possessed wealth, influence, and control over industries that shaped the city’s future, yet the silence that followed him home each night felt heavier than any burden he had carried in poverty. How clever of fate to crown his efforts with everything except the one thing he truly wanted. Happiness remained an abstract concept, elusive and intangible, something he

Theo said to him. "Promise," Maurice said and threw his fist up. It's not that they do not eat chocolates, it's just that their mother limits they're intake of chocolate. Thus having an extra bar is a luxury. The perks of having a pair of long legs, Theo was able to reach the top of the hill quickly. However, he heard what he never expected. "Do you love me?" he heard Craig, making his heart cold and frozen. And the next he heard did not melt his cold stony heart but smashed his heart into smithereens.

he just knew that he had. His life may have started off with a shitty hand .. everything that happened with his mom and brother had scarred him for years. But now? He left that all in the past. And only looked to the future. He knew who he’d be spending it with. The girl of his dreams. His moon. After all that time he’d spent chasing it …He’d finally caught it. And it wasn’t just Em he had been chasing, he realized after a while. He’d been chasing happiness. And security. And a peaceful life. He’d chased the light .. to pull him up out of the dark.

But it tells a story that is enough to make me curious. Of course, it was a romance genre book written long before I was born, or rather before I transmigrated into this world. This book is quite entertaining for me who is missing Dylan's presence. “You are very understanding, Pasha. How come you always fall asleep on the way? What a nice boy." I rubbed Pasha's smooth forehead. My baby seems to be growing fast. I don't want to miss a second of his growth, but that's impossible, right? 'Yes, this happiness is the result of my escaping. I will enjoy it for a long time. Either with Dylan or not.' I clenched my fists, excited.

It seemed as if happiness was an elusive dream, always just out of reach. From the morning of our wedding, I had felt a glimmer of something different with Eliza. There was a spark of hope that ignited within me, a belief that I could find happiness once again. But now, as I lay on the bed, it felt like that hope had been extinguished, leaving me in a state of perpetual darkness.

William gently reached for her hand, unshed tears in his own eyes. He could feel it too... the joy, the happiness, The completeness. This was unlike anything he had experienced in his life... the feeling. It felt just right.... Like he was finally in Paradise.

With every experience I had with them I have learned so much about who I am and who I am meant to become. The last year has been painful, embarrassing and downright tiring but I wouldn’t change anything that happened. If I did I wouldn’t be sitting here. This is the most happiness I’ve felt in my 18 years and I’ve had an awesome life so far. When I opened my eyes this morning, I realized that happiness is not a place, people or what I have. Happiness is a continual pursuit; I am constantly changing and growing. So the things that make me happy today may not be the same as next years. And that’s okay.

I couldn't, wouldn't trade my freedom; freedom to decide if i wanted to work in the fields or if i wanted to have nice simple life or a grand flamboyant life, for their kindness. I couldn't even be sure, would i be happy if i was taken back as an abigail? Would i be happy to go to London, where the rich get richer amd the population is in thousands? What i did know was that in two years time, i would be free. I tried not to think too much about it. I told myself two years was like tomorrow, today and yesterday; it was thought about, it was suddenly here and just as quickly it was gone. But i did like to suppose that many black heads such as mine, were thinking very much about it, although th

This moment will haunt both of them, in which they will repent for making each other taste the moment sweeter than honey. Just why? Why were they raising hope in each other’s hearts for this small moment just to break into each other? No doubt Hazel was the happiest today. She looked like a Cinderella dancing with her prince after coming out of her hell-like palace where her mother tortured her for years. And Christian too had enjoyed the peace and true happiness after four years. But then these two will settle in each other’s hearts. Why not, after all? Christian has not found a girl like Hazel to date and Hazel was in the arms of the man who was her first. The first one to inject emotions