The Way To Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

Level 100000000+ is not even enough to describe how airy their confidence level is! "Ah, we're already here. Welcome to my heaven, Caspian! Isn't it the most beautiful place in the world?" "It depends on the view and perspective of the person." He said bluntly, "Aww! That hurts you know," I pouted and pulled him inside the store. Ah! My happy place! This sacred dwelling of mine! They say that money doesn't give you happiness, they're wrong, money can be lots and lots and lots of books and novels, and they make me VERY happy!

A happy life. . . **** So these were the last three bonus chapters and an EPILOGUE. I hope you liked the story. Thank you so much for reading it and supporting it. The journey was indeed long, right? Thank you again for loving Hazel and Christian. If you want to read their youngest child's story, you can DM me on my I* for the adress. Their youngest child's story name is "that's my girl" but it's not on Goodnovel. It's a free book.

Mr Carter asked after long minutes passed as he let me sit beside him and cry silently. I wiped my face and nodded. “Yes. I will be.” “Of course, you will be.” He kissed my forehead and squeezed me into another hug. I have a family who loved me, and I wouldn’t let a man who couldn’t love me ruin the happiness of that. I’ll be happy again. And like Mr Carter said I’ll be the reason for my happiness this time. I’ll make my dreams come true without him. THE END PART A OF THIS BOOK HAS ENDED HERE. A. Gupta

I didn’t cry back at the hall but only a few drops escaped from my eyes, I chose not to cry because I knew that was not what I needed to do at that moment. But now, I’m feeling awful and lonely, I feel I don’t get the happiness I deserve yet. Maybe I won’t have it until I create one for myself and I think I am on the right path to doing that. There say, fucking don’t expect your happiness to come from a soul. Happiness is created by one self. So I know whatever it takes, Elena Deloris is getting a happy ending for herself. I’m driving into Ava’s mansion now and I see another car parked close to my car. It’s Ava’s mom car, looks like she is back home.

She pleases me beyond measure. I used to think that happiness was a destination that I was yet to arrive at. However, since meeting Helen I realise in the pursuit of happiness, I was missing the cumulative moments of joy along the way. Happiness is not a destination, it’s a journey, and now that Helen is mine, I am thankful to be on this journey with her. We have many obstacles to overcome, but as a mated pair we can get through anything together.

Maria asked me. I shrugged my shoulders "I think my novel will only be a memory. I have absolutely no intention of stringing words in front of my laptop anymore. At first I thought my happiness was from money, the luxury I got made me complacent. But here I am now. I'm with my wolf "I smiled.

*Novel* After the divorce of our parents, there was finally an opportunity for us to be together without the bitter judgement of people, I'm well aware that there are always going to be some other people who will whisper in dark corners about how wrong this is despite our parents separating. But one thing I have learnt so far after being through hardships and loneliness, is that people will always talk no matter what you do. Good or bad, fault will be found in between. True happiness is brought by yourself and the people who would lay their lives for you, because you know they'll always love you solid. The fate of our love lies in our hands now, there is no string of shame holding us back to

He built the Sinclair Empire at age twenty two and at forty eight, he is already retired, enjoying his money. “ Boy, you are driving,” Thom said to me, tossing me the keys. Then it dawned on me that we were all using one car. Great. Can this get any worse? They spoke about women and money the entirety of the ride. Ignoring my existence, only throwing snarky remarks here and there, I was already used to it. I guess they think they are still young and dumb.

The question came out of nowhere, or out of the specific somewhere of the Sunday evening, the second batch, the kitchen warm, the garden dark. Alexander looked at him. The question was not a small question. It was not a question that could be answered with a simple yes or no, not really, not if you thought about it. Happiness was complicated. Happiness was not a state but a direction, not a destination but a way of traveling. Happiness was the second batch, maybe — not the achievement but the ease that came after the achievement, not the work but the reward for the work. But Alexander did not overthink it. He did not analyze. He did not qualify.