The Great Escape To Happiness Novels & Stories

Chapter 1 George tightened his hand on the straps of his backpack as he walked towards the canopy of trees. This was it, he told himself. A dream of years was finally achieved. Quasi-orgasmic excitement, like the kind he experienced a few hours ago with his girlfriend, sped up his spine, and warmth flooded his chest. He found himself whistling a tune. It was a medley of Pharrell Williams’ “Happy” and Michael Bublé’s “It’s a Beautiful Day.” It was a happy tune and a testament to his feelings and the truth about his situation. He was indeed happy, and at that moment, it was the most beautiful day of his life.

Why did I throw that all away? I fiercely wiped the tears away from my cheeks. Why can’t I just be happy where I am? Andrew has found happiness without me, I should be able to do the same… I buried my face in my pillow and screamed—a guttural, primal scream that shook me to my very core. I just wanted to be happy, Goddess damn it! Why could I not be happy? “It’s never too late to grab for your true happiness, wherever that might lead you,” Jeffrey’s words echoed through my mind.

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

I let out a sigh of relief. I was feeling uneasy, but I tried to dismiss those feelings. It felt as if luck was on my side, and I was grateful for it. I can't describe how happy I was because if my plan succeeds, I might find a way to escape this terrible place. Ella couldn't help but notice how much more cheerful I seemed after leaving that spot.

It's simply beautiful. It used to be a means of escape. As they had their way with me, I'd shut my eyes tight and imagine I was somewhere else, somewhere up high, flying over the beautiful city. Or perhaps on the beach, the waves crashing against my feet and the wind in my hair. And I made a promise to myself. One day, I'd escape. I would escape that hellhole of a home into the big, big cities. And I'd never return. All the memories of that home would be kept tightly locked in a box in my mind and I'd never open them again. And I've kept to that promise so far. It's unnerving that recent events in my life are prying that door open again.

I hope you guys too will learn to cherish your life, forgiving the bad people, living with a light heart, with an open mind, finding your own happiness in your own way. CHERISH YOUR LIFE WITH ALL YOUR HEART,NO MATTER WHATEVER IT TAKES, NO MATTER WHOEVER SAYS ANYTHING! FIND YOUR HAPPINESS,YOUR HAPPY ENDING LIKE HOW I ELEANOR BLUE ANDERSON FOUND MY HAPPY ENDING IN MY LIFE! ❤️❤️❤️THE END❤️❤️❤️ ***** Love ❤️❤️ moniagnes

“I like you, but I spend more time with you than I do with anyone else. Let’s run away and spend more time with those we love.” “That’s a nice dream.” I stretched my shoulders and neck for a moment, feeling stiffer with each second we imagined leaving the place we’d been stuck in all day long. I settled back into my seat and tried to get as comfortable as possible. “It doesn’t have to be a dream. All you have to do is hit the save button, bookmark your place in the file, sign out of your computer, and walk out the door. Simple.” “I don’t know—that sounds like anarchy in the making.” I glanced at the clock on my computer.

Autumn’s Pov I woke up with a bad feeling. My stomach hurt like hell. Then I looked around. It's a pack's hospital. The only room I never want to visit at home. The pain started to go but I know that I have a hole in my chest. I remembered I clawed it but I thanked the goddess that I still can be alive. I wish whatever the moon's daughter said will be true. I want a happy life, and I also want to help Ethan. However long it will take.

The hum of the fluorescent lights, the muffled sounds of guards in the hallway, all of it faded beneath the weight of his words. Hope, sharp, dangerous, intoxicating now poured through her like adrenaline. A slow, satisfied smile curled across her lips. The first step of her escape wasn’t a key, a tunnel, or a bribe. It was a single diagnosis. Madness.

Not perfect, not without scars, but real and sustainable and genuinely happy. From catastrophe to recovery. From breaking to rebuilding. From barely surviving to actually thriving. Their story. Their family. Their hard-won happiness. Complete. Beautiful. Theirs. Forever.