Romans & histoires The Joy Of Life Book

The wails of a child tore me from sleep. "Look at our son, Lily. Isn't he just precious?" Derick smilingly cradled a baby in his arms, standing at the foot of my hospital bed. Blinking away confusion, I took in Derick's youthful features and realized: I had been given a second chance at life. I had come back to the very day they had taken my child from me. The thought fueled a surge of adrenaline that pushed the pain aside. I reached out, desperate to take the baby from Derick.

Their souls seemed to transcend every barrier, reaching the she-wolf they She smiled faintly at them. This was something they would never possess. They held absolute power in their hands and lived in the lap of luxury, yet they could never again touch that warmth they once knew. Remorse would haunt them for the rest of their lives, plunging them into daily cycles of agony and relentless torment. They would never find happiness again. They had lost their love. They had lost Serena. For all the days of their lives, they would never again know a single moment of joy.

And the world doesn't end. Small victories count. This was a small one. But it was mine. I close the journal, turn off the light, and fall asleep in my impractical expensive sweater, surrounded by unread books. And for the first time in two lifetimes, I feel rich. Not because of the money. But because I kept it.

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

That's something he told me a long time ago, just after the twins started high school, and I was feeling old and frumpy. At thirty-four, I was far from it, but back then, I felt out of place and out of sorts, and my mind would give me no peace. Now three years later, I'm more sure of myself, more confident in this phase of my life, with just one niggling shadow of darkness that always seems to be there, hanging over me. My life until now has been filled with more joy than that broken child I once was could imagine. I've come a long way from who I had been on that dreary day when I thought my life was over, and yet, every once in a while, amid the joy, there was always this thing that clung.

Damian was a good boy, diligent, and always obedient to his parents' orders. There was a girl named Joy. Joy was the daughter of a simple family who lived on the outskirts of the village. Joy was famous for her cheerfulness and spontaneous nature. She was often seen running around the village, playing with other children, or climbing trees while laughing happily. For Joy, life was an adventure, and she always found happiness in the little things around her. One day, Damian saw Joy playing in the village park. Joy was playing jump rope with other children, laughing carefree. Damian watched from a distance, intrigued by Joy's joy and contagious energy.

The cover of the third book was a silent declaration of victory. Where the previous ones had carried dark and uncertain tones, this one displayed a watercolor in golds and deep blues—colors that evoked sunrises over the ocean, promises kept, and horizons that had finally revealed themselves within reach. The title, engraved in handwritten letters like an intimate confession, was simple and revolutionary: “To Live.”

Regina, my love, You're the fire in my heart that melts away all my worries. Your smile is like the sunshine after a rainy day, Your eyes, it likes two orbs of fire, full of life. The only thing is, you are so serious, losing the joy of life in it. Dear cutie Pie, Please remember me in your prayers Regina, I have started writing this book since I know that I'm dying. I'm just a guest in this world for few days. Darling, I'm the proof that life is too short for you to stay serious all the time. Live your life at the moment. Take time to enjoy it. Take time to help others then you will do a great job in your life.