Shape of Happiness

Shape of Happiness

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What does your happiness shape like? And will it change through out life? And if it does will it be similar to your usual happiness? And most importantly, does everyone have the same kind of happiness? This story is an original story, that I do for fun, I'm not planning to become an author, therefore I don't care how much view it have, or how much people hate it, but if you are enjoying the book and supporting it, all I want to say is thank you. Most of the characters are made up, they're not real, except some characters. The place, school and climate were all researched, and was used for setting, therefore I don't know the place, I haven't been there, so that's why the story will not If you are enjoying this book, again thank you, It might take time for me to update the book, but I'll try weekly.
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My life before was just like my name, Haven. Everything was peaceful, everything went my way, and I had everything that I needed. If I wanted something, I'd have it in a snap. I didn't need to move, make an effort, or work for it. I just needed my daddy's tiny rectangular card that might look insignificant but carried the world on its little sharp edges. Money might not equate to happiness, but it certainly made life easier for me. And yet a year later, from heaven I was dropped into my version of hell. Now, I'm standing in the aisle of a grocery store, wondering if I should just buy another batch of instant noodles because I don't want to waste money-money that I barely have to begin with-on food that will just end up being barely edible. Was that the hell I'm talking about? No. It's working unbelievably long hours just to get paid basically nothing, and wanting to buy food to eat because I haven't had one meal for the day, only to end up having a gun on my head. Oh, and before I forget-kidnapped! At a grocery store! My version of hell? It's the tattooed, hot-headed Italian and head of a secret criminal society, Allessio Cascella. Written by: MsButterfly Cover by: Yrra Book Cover

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