Three Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

Not happy despite the circumstances or happy for now or happy until the other shoe dropped. Just... happy. And for the first time in three years, I wasn't waiting for disaster. I was just living.

Then taking a deep breath, "I'm really good...that was just amazing...more than I expected...wowza!" With my hand pushing her hair aside and stroking it, I looked into her eyes, "Just relax...baby girl, just relax." As she recovered, she breathed deep with a big sexy grin and satisfaction, "I think I just had back-to-back orgasms...three or four...but I think I had three!" Pete grins, "The best shit always comes in threes...we just had three days of non-stop threesome!" Then I grabbed the two "Robbie" dildos from the nightstand, and held them next to the real thing, laughing, "And, of course, we got the three Robbies right here!"

"But if you feel otherwise, you can take the couch, and I'll sleep on the bed." "It's not like I was planning to sleep in bed with you" I huffed and placed my bag on the couch before sitting down with a curse. The motherf*cker. Always saying inappropriate stuff. "You can enjoy yourself while we're here. You might not get to do so again." "And how long are we going to be here?" "Three days. One day for the rehearsal dinner. Another for the wedding and the last day for the after-party. We can leave after the wedding though. A workshop awaits us in South Korea"

On the way to our wedding, my fiancé got a hysterical call from his ex-wife. "Gavin, he's having another episode. He keeps crying for his daddy." This was the third time it happened. Each time we were about to get married, her son would have another psychosomatic episode. Gavin Grant looked at me hesitantly. I knew what he was thinking, so I nodded. "I'll get out. Go ahead." He clasped my hand gratefully. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I'll make it up to you." Before I could even steady myself, he was already telling the driver to turn around. Still in my wedding dress, I stood by the side of the road and hailed a cab. Then, my phone buzzed with a message from Gavin—he'd given me $100 million.

I should not think about any of this now because it will only make me angry and anger in the king’s presence is not healthy. “How many days will it take?”. I ask the king. I hope that he is going for a month. A month without the king seems like a blessing to me. I will do so many things in that one month. “I will be back in almost three days”. The king replies. I smile inwardly. It does not matter if he is going for only three days. Three days are enough for me. Three days of peace. “Oh”. There are the only words that come out of my mouth. I don’t want to show him my happiness. I should look sad. He should not know that I am happy with the news. If he gets to know that I am happy, then God k

Eli looked in the direction Adrian had gone, there was something he couldn’t quite place, something in the way Adrian had looked at him, it was unsettling. Day three of thirty Twenty-seven to go

{NYRA} *Three Days Later* I was back at Jayden’s house with a new life and a hope to build my passions. Nothing was stopping me now. It's been three days since the bathroom incident with Jayden. I’ve been a little distant from him. And cautious. Didn't want to get too comfortable with him. And also, for both of us to live peacefully together— I planned on drafting out a contract agreement for him to sign on. He doesn't know that yet.

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

“But unfortunately, Vivian, your husband has already gone too far into my world for you to pull him back.” Vivian stood up, positioning herself protectively in front of me. “Get out of here, Davian! This is my room and my husband!” Davian laughed, the sound scraping like metal. He stepped inside without the slightest trace of guilt. “Your room? In this house, nothing truly belongs to you if I want it. Including Dewangga.” Davian looked at me, his eyes locking onto mine, reminding me of every forbidden moment we had shared. “Dewangga,” he said slowly, “tell your wife. Do you really want to leave? Are you truly capable of living in the ‘boring happiness’ she offers… when you know that only I c

“You weren't there so the deal didn't go through. I warned you this meeting was crucial.” “What?” I was surprised. “Well, what happens now?” I asked. I didn't want to sound selfish, or leave him stranded. “They've given us a 30 days grace period to redeem ourselves.” He said, his tone curt. “Us?” I asked, confused. I definitely wasn't interested in spending one more minute with this arrogant man. “Yes, us. You’ll have to continue as my wife for 30 days.”