Three Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

he says sharply. “I was trying to help you,” I reply smoothly. “This will never work,” he snaps. “First an engagement, now we are getting married in thirty days?” “We just need act like it’s going to happen,” I counter. “For the meantime, I will be staying here because I might or might not have mentioned that we are very in love, so we do have to appear very in love.” His shoulders tense. He looks like he wants to either strangle me or maybe kiss me again.

The car ride had been silence and corrections, not preparation. "Three days," I said. The silence spread. Rachel's smile froze. Alexander's hand became a vice on my hip, bruising, desperate. "Three days," Rachel repeated. She turned to the people nearest us, her laugh musical and surprised. "Three days! Such a whirlwind. Such..." she looked back at me, eyes glittering, "...certainty. To know someone so completely in three days. To abandon everything for them. It must be love." "It must be," I said.

After Three Weeks Gilan's POV It has been three peaceful, joy, filled weeks, three weeks of serenity and laughter shared with Elena. Living under the same roof with her has been the best time of my life. I’ve found a kind of happiness I never knew I needed. Every day with her is full of warmth, simplicity, and quiet love. But beneath that happiness… something keeps bothering me.

This time it was a text from Jennifer . Conti jnr: Three Days, My father just moved the wedding . I hope you are happy . I stared at the screen for a long beat. A small cold smirk touched my lips . Then I typed back . Lucas: I dont care about being happy Conti. I just care about winning . See you at the alter.

My name written in careful handwriting on the outside. I open it with shaking hands. *The ceremony is in three days. Use them wisely. - O* Three days until my life as I know it ends. Three days to prepare for whatever comes next.

Three Years Later THANE'S POV: They say perfection doesn't exist in this world, that happiness is always borrowed, never owned. For three years, I'd proven them wrong. Three years of waking up to Madison's sleepy smile and the knowledge that this incredible woman had chosen me—scared, broken, fighting-my-way-back-from-hell me. Three years of learning that love wasn't just the grand gestures or the passionate moments, but the quiet mornings sharing coffee, the late-night conversations about everything and nothing, the way she still looked at me like I hung the moon even when I was at my worst.

****************** *THREE DAYS LATER* ANNA It's been three days. Three good days but yet nothing has come out of our hurrying up and down and it's just making me so sad. I've done everything I can and even went to the police station a couple of times but yet they've found no clue. I'm just tired of everything and think maybe jumping off a cliff would be better than all of this I'm going through. My head is literally on fire because of this and the sad truth is that there's nothing I can do.

“I know уоu wеrеn’t есѕtаtіс about thе thrее mоnth tоurіng раrt. I wаntеd to gеt you оn your оwn tо tеll уоu ѕо that wе hаd a proper сhаnсе tо tаlk without реорlе іntеrruрtіng.” “Well уеаh, I саn’t ѕау I’m thrilled thаt уоu’rе lеаvіng mе fоr thrее months, but thіѕ іѕ whаt уоu’vе worked hаrd fоr I knеw this whеn wе got together. Yоu have tо tаkе whаtеvеr орроrtunіtу that соmеѕ аlоng. I want to see уоu happy, not wоrrуіng about mе, I’ll be fine.” He рullеd me into him as he huggеd mе hаrd.

Rule 3: 90 days. Rule 3: Gone. End

Three years after I had made my girlfriend, Sophia Lambert, sleep with her superior, she finally went from being his lover to becoming his wife. Meanwhile, I barely made it out alive after years of being undercover in a drug trafficking ring. My body was broken beyond repair, and I had returned home only to wait for death. Sophia arrived with one of her arms wrapped around her husband’s during a charity visit for the poor. When she saw me standing in line for relief aid, she let out a mocking laugh. “Benjamin, how did you end up like this?” I hunched my shoulders. I hid the First-Class Merit Medal for Narcotics Enforcement I had received not long ago. After a long silence, I asked, “A