The Hour Of Joy Novels & Stories

Once Victor's surgery was over, everything between us would be over for good. … Having finally endured until the day of the surgery, I let out a sigh of relief as I watched Victor being wheeled into the operating room. I sank to my knees by the door and prayed, begging heaven to have mercy and bless Victor with a successful operation. However, before the operation was even over, my phone lit up with another notification—more money had hit my account. Before I even had the chance to read the note clearly, the doors to the operating room suddenly swung open. The doctors hurried out without taking off their blood-stained gloves.

She grabs a bottle, pours a drink, and hands it to me like it's a peace offering. “Thank you, Joye,” I reply as I take it from her. She beams at me and raises her voice, “Time for games, girls! Don’t worry; I've planned so many fun ones. You’re going to love them.” Joye seems to be just the kind of person who brings energy into a room. Lively and cheerful, she could make even a funeral feel like a brunch. Her name suits her perfectly, and honestly, so does her marriage to Kingston, even though I know nothing about it. But he's playful, and she is too; they complement each other in that effortless way.

When he returned from business trips, he would bring back snacks and delicacies. He never said anything charming, nor did he ever say more than necessary. But there was always a hot meal waiting at home, and the fridge was always stocked with my favorite yogurt. Two months later, my design submission won the gold prize at the International Jewelry Design Competition. On the night of the celebration, I wore a white dress and took a cab to the venue.

Like warm sunlight spread inside my body, suffusing me with happiness and contentment. "Oh gosh baby, that's not just a wish but also a punch line," I said to him chuckling with mirth and joy. Laughter sparkled like an ember bursting into flame, burning two into happiness. I could feel his smiling even when apart, the joy being infectious and making me feel at home, carefree. Jubilee felt like a bubble inside, rising within me as though it would burst anytime into lightness and liberty.

"And you, Helen Munoz, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?" "I do!" Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother wiping tears with a smile. Bernard and Sally also gave their heartfelt blessings. "This is great. He finally got the love he deserves." Jack, acting as best man, cheered loudly from below. "Kiss her!" I smiled and kissed the most important person in my life. Later, we had a daughter. With love and career both flourishing, my life finally felt complete.

Neither the mother nor the baby had survived. A sudden fear gripped him. He was afraid that something might go wrong during Mira’s delivery, too. He had been distant with her recently and had stopped to worry about her and their baby. He hurried down the hallway. He was determined to ask her for forgiveness and make it up to her. But just as he reached the operating room, he unexpectedly saw Joey. She was slumped on the floor outside the surgery doors and was crying. Callum’s chest tightened in anxiety. Joey looked up and saw him. She rushed over, grabbed him by the collar, and slapped him hard across the face.

No one is even summarizing it for me! “Go, go, go!” Rueben and I were the last to enter the house because of my small steps. He opened the door, and darkness welcomed us. “W-what?” The light was suddenly lit, and a giant banner that’s hanging across the whole living room shouts, "Happy 100 000 subscribers!". I don’t know what to feel. It felt like something gigantic fell from the sky and hit my head. The maids were positioned in a straight line. Some of them hold cakes with single big letters on them that say, “100 000”. Others are holding balloons.

He had committed fully heart and mind. As one we moved into fierce tender embrace, his broad calloused palm engulfing tiny fingers instinctively even as his wondering laugh invited joyful peels of baby mirth. A luminous peace haloed us three for this timeless instant no outside darkness could mar. However sorrow yet stalked our borders, today love claimed righteous victory, Pierce triumphant heralding future's hope reborn.

"Riley, you've been asked to join the filming for 'You're My Joy'!" my manager, Monica Jones, cried. Her words pulled me out of my confusion and sorrow. I hurriedly checked the trending topics to see that everything was peaceful on the Internet. There weren't any hurtful words. It looked like… I'd been reborn. I'd traveled three years back in time, and Peyton Grant was still alive.

They were singing the happy birthday song and was very happy clapping our hands because finally Felix the handsome boy is already turning one. After they sang the song and Betty and Felix was about to blow both the candle and someone was trying speak with Betty in the group. Betty turned her head to the one who speak up and didn't notice that her hair was already burning with the lit candle on the cake of Felix. One of their relatives saw it and she shouted. "Bettttyyy! Your hair is burning with fire!" The time stand still while Betty was being shocked and she kinda open her mouth because of shock but can speak a word.