Story Happy Ending Novels & Stories

" She put on her best look of deep regret, and Kyle's heart softened all over again. The unease that had been gnawing at him over the post melted away with a single sentence. He smiled and promised, "Always know the right thing to say, don't you? Tell you what. In a couple of days, we'll go take another set of photos. And this time, you can post them wherever you want. I won't stop you." Anya's face lit up with quiet triumph.

His heart screamed with joy. The End

And judging by the laughter that followed them into wilderness that had become sanctuary, happiness was going to be magnificent. The End

I was fulfilled and happy – sheer bliss! The End

"Why are you doing this to me?" "Don't cry. I won't tell him. I'm not a villain in your story but I want to know who is the main lead here?" "No one." "So is it a sad ending story?" I shook my head and said, "It's a happy ending. Take a look around you. Do you see a single person being sad and upset? There's a smile on everyone's faces. My secret crush, who's my friend now got his girlfriend back after a breakup. My brother, who's the groom, got his dream come true with his bride, Anna. My mom and Mrs Campbell got their friendship back on track. Dad is so happy that he doesn't have to compete with the next door neighbours since they became a part of the family now. So was Mr Campbell as well

On the day of my mother's funeral, I sat outside the chapel, crying so hard I could barely stand. Three days earlier, my father had told me she'd died in a car accident. He said her body was so badly damaged that I shouldn't see it. I wouldn't be able to handle it. I believed him. I put on a black dress and sat beside her casket all night. Ten minutes before the cremation, my phone buzzed. A notification popped up for a hotel livestream. I opened it and froze. My mother was on the screen in an evening gown, smiling as my younger sister, Nina Whitmore, handed her a glass of champagne. My father sat beside her, his eyes red. "From now on, Nina doesn't have to live in Evelyn's shadow or suffer

Luther commented. “And so was my cousin. After her mate died, I had never seen her that happy again,” I said. I looked up the sky. The sun was starting to rise. The birds who were disturbed from the fight and flew away earlier, now came back to sing a song for us. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe there were many versions of happy endings. Maybe happy endings were not just about two people getting married and living together. Maybe for Beatrix and Kenji, this was their version of happy ending. Theirs was a love at a wrong place and time, a love that could never be accepted by both clans in this lifetime.

Holding on like this is how we can come to a happy ending. THE END….