If U Laugh U Lose Novels & Stories

He held his head in agony, a sound like a trapped beast wailing in his throat. He finally understood. He had completely lost his treasure.

I was dying to know. Once Lucas stormed off, the rest of us couldn't help but continue to tease him even in his absence. "Dude's got a serious case to deal with. That case he lost definitely gave him some kind of trauma," Caleb joked, chuckling. I grinned, shaking my head. "Yeah, he's never been one to take losses well, but this is on a whole different level. Lucas is a crazy mofo!” One of the guys chimed in, "I mean, who gets that worked up over a case? He’s gotta have bet some millions of dollars or something."

Then, she asked in a quivering voice, "Have you lost your mind?" I curled my hand, still posed to knock, into a fist. In the three years I had been with Adrian, no matter how much I cried or argued with him over Katelyn, he had never been this angry. Everyone said Adrian was calm and collected, never one to lose his temper. As it turned out, it was just because he hadn't met someone who could truly stir his emotions. A soft whine came from Adrian. "Sorry, I was too impulsive. Just pretend I didn't say anything."

v Sameera watch them from a far getting ignited at their closeness day by day they getting closer and her plan of being with the love of our life feeling far and far away she need to do something soon before Meerab snatch him from her forever she have to play a Trump card which will separate them forever. __________________________________ To laugh is to express joy from the soul with a beauty that vulnerable and honest. The noises of derision are not laughter, yet a form of snort. Intention is important because the former builds healthy brains and healthy bonds, the latter does the opposite.

Alexander watched me. "You're trembling." "I'm angry." "At me?" "At the universe." He laughed softly. I looked up. "What?" "Nothing." "Tell me." "I was thinking that even when you're frightened, you still make jokes." "That's because if I don't laugh, I'll cry." His expression softened. "Then laugh." I tried. A small laugh escaped me. He touched my cheek. "There." I looked into his eyes. "I don't want to lose you." "You won't."

, a laugh that comes from somewhere inside her she had never explored, a child's laugh, a laugh that is afraid, a laugh that is in pain, a laugh that hopes, a laugh that believes, a laugh that loves, a laugh that says, "I am here, I am alive, I am real, I am true, I am your daughter, I am your mother, I am your sister, I am your family, I am your life, your heart, your soul, everything you have, everything you are, everything you will be, forever, for eternity, until the end of time, for everything we have, everything we don't have, everything we will have, if we want, if we dare, if we believe, if we hope, if we love," and I watch her, I watch her laugh, I watch her live, I watch her be hap

Her head frantically bobbed up and down. "Then tell them where it is. Michael would lose his mind if you died trying to save his dope." I struggled to remain serious, fighting the inexplicable urge to laugh. What was it with me and this inappropriate compulsion to laugh in deadly situations? Do not laugh. Do not laugh. This is serious.

She pulled her friend in for a hug "How do I always end up in these situations?" Lorraine asked, with tears cascading down her cheeks again. She picked up a paper tissue and wiped them off "Do you want me to break his legs?" "Or knock some sense into him?" Maia joked, trying to console her friend. Unfavourable light-hearted humour and sarcasm were her go-to's in uncomfortable situations; she often found that laughter was indeed the best medicine.

Suddenly, I laughed—loud and uncontrollably. My laughter stunned everyone. Wendy bristled, unsettled by the sound. Her face twisted with shame-fueled anger. "What are you laughing at?!" she roared, her voice distorted by rage. "You gold-digger! If not for our family, you wouldn't even eat—what right do you have to laugh?!" I slowly stopped laughing, my expression going eerily calm. "I'm laughing," I said, enunciating each word, "because you mistake trash for treasure."

I turned to Jason and laughed. Not a polite laugh. Not a careful one. A real laugh — the kind that starts in your belly and comes out before you can decide whether it's appropriate. The kind that happens when something is so absurd your body doesn't know what else to do with it. "How convenient," I managed, wiping the corner of my eye. "She's imaginary, right?" Jason's face broke. He tried to hold it — pressed his lips together, looked away — but it was no use. The laugh came out of him too, low and genuine, the both of us standing there losing it together.