If U Laugh U Lose Novels & Stories

I asked. “Two.” He grinned. “And the second was…?” “My mom.” Everyone laughed. “You’re a miser,” Laila said, frowning. “Why?” “The world is already too cruel and harsh—for you, for me, for everyone—not to say something kind to others. You never know if someone’s having a rough day, and your random compliment might be the thing that lifts their spirits. You should try it sometime.” Laila exclaimed frowning. “For cheering others up I crack jokes.” Lucas shrugged.

She had gone through enough in her life. "You didn't." I said, sternly. My gaze still fixed in hers in a convincing manner. "You didn't, okay?" I continued. Just as if being controlled or hypnotized, she nodded. "You didn't kill anyone!" I repeated and she stared at me as if I was speaking a foreign language to her. "I didn't?" She asked. I nodded. "Yes. All that happened was not your fault." I smiled, making her smile a little too. It's indeed true... Laugh is contagious. You should laugh more often to spread happiness and make the world a better place.

Knoxville's face darkened, his eyes blazing with intensity. He took a deep breath, his fist clenched together, as if restraining himself from lashing out. "I don't believe you can win," he growled. "Once a loser, always a loser. You've always been a loser, and I won't watch you win." Maxwell burst into laughter, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I should have known who I'm dealing with," he said, chuckling. "I forgot you're a stone that can't be broken easily."

He asked and I chuckled. "Please don't make me say it two times. It's really a struggle for me to add the kind of pain you have been in my bottom." I said, trying to get rid of the dark mood that I could sense was hovering at my news. My joke had obviously been lousy because he didn't laugh. "I have one question for you and I just want you to answer correctly. It is you that said you have nothing else to lose and here I am quoting you on that."

Carmen laughed. The full, real, unguarded laugh of a woman who is not performing comfort or managing anyone's feelings — the laugh of someone genuinely, helplessly amused in the middle of something enormous. The laugh filled the room. Sofia laughed too. Then James, because James laughed when other people laughed on principle. Then, Rosa, through the tears that had not stopped, the specific combination of grief and laughter that belongs specifically to people who are losing and loving simultaneously in the same room. Elena laughed last.

He yelled, looking frustrated. "The feeling is mutual!" I said to him with a dead straight serious face. "That was supposed to make you laugh out and say 'you finally caught me, buddy! What was that?' not this, nah! You are taking the words literally which isn't supposed to be so! How hard can it be to laugh at a simple joke? Were you told that if you laugh, you will die or you might lost your respect among the people? Not like the people love or like you or so but… no, don't get me wrong, it not like the people dislike you, I can't talk about hate but they just don't dislike you," he said as length.

I said as I quickly covered my cheeks with my hands and he continued laughing I slowly let my hands down as I watched him Wow! I can't believe am feeling this way for him Lucy and Mia might be right I've think I've fallen in love with you Aiden "I wish you'll always laugh like this" I said and he scoffed "I don't think that wish of yours will be fulfilled, I don't usually laugh" he replied "Why?" I asked "Let's just say I lost my laughter years ago" he said "Do you want to talk about it?" I asked

she whispered and continued to explain the stock I couldn't hold back my laugh any longer. We have to chat like that because we don't let things, we can't handle take the best of us, we believe that laughing it out is the easiest way to get rid of bad luck. I'm just lucky when it comes to my friends, Wendy and Latifa, they made my days on this earth memorable and they are still doing so. Never have I felt like replacing them or keeping malice that would end our sister-ship.

There is a complete silence between us for a while. “You okay?” He turn toward me for three seconds and then focus on driving. I tell him that I’m okay. I text Angel to take my car to her home. “So tell me something about yourself”, he says while looking forward. “You said earlier that you know me.” I reply. He laughs aloud and look at me. His laugh is incredible. I want to hear this again and again. According to research it’s proved that some sounds provide peace to people and make them happy. And the sound which makes me happy is the sound of his laugh.

Laughing? No fucking way!