The Book Joy Mga Nobela at Kwento

I opened Josy's door and handed over the book to her , I don't know why but while reading it I felt all my problems move aside it was like I was moving back to how I was only with the fact that I was stuck at one place. Josy this is the book from yesterday it was about,Every mother's wish to have a healthy baby when born. A baby that was born without any complications but my life was not like that. At the age of eight Irene was diagnosed with leukaemia, chronic myelogenous leukemia . It was not that rare in children so she wondered why she had to face this .

Irene became Joya's close, confiding friend, which in turn magnified their bond. “Can you read?” Joya questioned, rising from the stool she was seated on. She had peered into the mirror and saw that Irene was going through a book. “I cannot.” Irene admitted closing the book. “But the drawings on the pages are beautiful and easy to make it worthwhile.” She said with a witty smile before putting the book away. In that moment the door to the room opened, and a woman no more than in her late fifties stepped in. Irene was taken aback by the abrupt act and couldn't help but ask…

I have seen that place in my dreams, there's no fucking way such a place wouldn't exist, there's no way. I promise myself to go in search of that book probably after the war saga is over, it will be unwise to leave the pack during such a heated period. They need me and I have to put away every one of my tasks or missions for the betterment of the pack. A knock came on the door of my study, immediately I got on my feet to step out, "Who's that?" I asked. "It's Joy," she replied, immediately I reached for the door and opened it, the next thing that happened shocked me. Joy fell straight into my arms, "Help me, help me," she muttered gasping for breath.

So after eating breakfast, which a girl bought to me, I was staring at the riddle. After no luck, I tried to match the riddle with my life. 'I am what sometimes bring you joy and sometimes sadness. I am what you consider useless after sometime. But I always leave an impact on you. And this time, im here with a secret. Who am I' What bought me happiness and sadness at the same time? Book. What did I consider useless after sometime? Myself. What leaves an impact on me? Book. Book: 2/3 Myself: 1/3

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

" said a nurse to Clifford "Thank you." The whole family went into Rosita's room congratulated and gave her presents. A few minutes later, a nurse walked in with her baby. "Here is your baby ma'am" said the nurse and gave the baby to Rosita. She took and baby in her arms, turned to look at her husband and then back to the baby. She stirred at her baby and couldn't hold back her tears, she cried tears of joy. ******Will this joy last for long?****** Find out in the next chapters

You're among the very few who managed to scratch past the surface, and the first who did that in a short amount of time. Though you might still be an old weirdo, you're a cool one at least. Emma. *** Thank you for reading my book, again. Note that this book isn't proofread. This will be done after completion of the book. Please comment and leave reviews. Stay awesome.

Hi, lovely reader 💙 I just want to take a moment to say a huge, huge THANK YOU for picking up Liam and Jessica’s book. I'm so grateful you're here. We're already nearing 200 views, and for a brand-new book, that honestly means the world to me. This story is about pain and healing, yearning and forgiveness, and most of all... love that refuses to die quietly. Thank you for giving Liam and Jessica a chance. With all my love,

I tell her, remembering I am now her new tutor. "Okay," she sighs. "What would you like to read?" I ask, and as if I made her day again, she smiles brilliantly and answers: "Ovid's Metamorphosis!" I can't help but laugh at her enthusiasm. "Why that book?" I am intrigued a little girl would be so excited to read a book meant for college students. I should know. I had to read the book as part of my mythology elective. "Because of the gods and goddesses!" She simply answers.

Instead, it came through her quiet presence. A fresh stack of books had been placed at the foot of Juda’s bed. There was no note attached, no message to explain them. It was simply Joy’s way of showing she had read his letter—and was answering it in the way she knew best. Juda discharged a soft laugh as he reached for the book on top. It was an old paperback, its spine used and cracked from usage. Inside the cover, her initials were faintly composed in pencil, hardly noticeable however unmistakably hers.