Novel & Cerita The Hour Of Joy

Kaelan Every passing second felt like a torturous hour to me. Only twenty four more hours were left until the red moon fully rose in the sky. In a few hours my people would be torn apart by the demons that hunt us every two years. Joye was our only hope, if she failed to break the curse tomorrow night, then we were all doomed.

Dear Honey, Good morning! I know you learn my texts, and recite many times when alone... Here's it... With the onset of day, the joys reframe. What if you get up late? The extremes of pain silent away with the joys that reframe. There is the beginning of a new day, but what if you get up too late?

She instantly wrapped her arms around Sean's neck like she used to as a kid. "Dad, you're seriously the best dad ever. I don't know what I'd do without you." Sean laughed and flicked her forehead. "There you go sweet-talking me again." Watching them laugh together, I couldn't help smiling too. Outside the window, the sunset glowed soft and gold. All the love and hate from the past had slowly faded with time.

Ready to face whatever came next. Eight hours until convergence. Eight hours until Bliss chose her fate. Eight hours until everything changed forever.

"Welcome home Jonathan from 604, did you enjoy your night?" The AI asked me with joy in her robotic voice. "I bet Wayne is" I nodded unhurriedly with a sarcastic smile and she smiled even more but yet she looks pretty even though without a warmness within her robotic complexion. I walked into the elevator after pressing my finger onto the bottom that printed six on it then as I walked in - the music that played before we stuffed in the room still plays inside the elevator but the beat changed.

What would I have done without them? I got up this morning, feeling refreshed and ready to start the day. I went into the bathroom, humming one of my favourite songs, 2002 by Anne Marie, smiling and grinning. I got out of the bathroom and dried my hair, then picked out my outfit for the day. While I was dressing up, Carter walked in with a tray of food and juice, smiling. "Good morning, baby." He walked up to me and kissed me "Hope you slept well?" I wiped off the makeup that had smeared the tip of his nose

May tugged on my hand, "Come on, loosen up, lets dance." It may have been the alcohol or the heart-wrenching rejection of this whole week, but I'd followed her- completely forgetting whose phone she'd picked up to bring me here. 4ever by the Veronica's began playing and a smile stretched across my face. I loved this song. I started to swing my hips and follow May over to where Brie and Taylor. I smiled, letting a wave of happiness hit me and begin to sing,

for the first time. That's the only moment that you really savour the moment in the present and not as afterthought. Let's say...back when you were in boarding school(for those that went), maybe you played truant and skipped maybe an activity and a housemaster comes, scurrying into the hostel you're hiding in and your heart takes a leave to go on a vacation with his wife to Miami Beach, at that moment, it might be a bitter experience but when you'll be telling the story, you might even laugh over it-whole point of this is that the joy comes afterward. It is only during the first few weeks or maybe, days that the joy is spontaneous, you experience it instantly.

"Kayi mannaton ke baad Mere ghar me aayi hai khushi Nazren bacha ke waqt ki Mene churayi hai khushi Darwaze pe baraat apne Saath laayi hai khushi......" (After many wishes, happiness has come to my house, Hiding from the eyes of time, I have stolen the happiness, The procession has bought the happiness at the door) ——————————————— I hope you guys liked the chapter. Signing off...... ~Zaveria akhtar

I answered, feeling a little cheeky. I was looking at her in anticipation since I didn't understand her words clearly. Her soft laughter revealed a mysterious sparkle in her eyes. "You know, some days, I just feel like I'm overflowing with joy," she said, her voice thick with emotion. I gave a nod as I understood the meaning. At times, joy can be too much, like a balloon about to burst.