Jars Of Happiness Clean Copy Novels & Stories

Oliver informed me as I was admiring the jar. "You seem very happy right now. Why don't you try reading the chit of happiness." I looked at him excitedly. "Good Idea." I gushed and opened the lid. Yellow color was representating happiness, hence I removed a yellow chit and opened it. It read: That exhilaration you're feeling is precious. Hold onto it. If you ever feel low, remember this moment. Remember the reason why you're happy. My eyes froze on the last sentence. Remember the reason why you're happy- I am happy because I showed some courage and helped myself. I did what no one had ever done for me.

Parth complained. " You don't worry about it. I'll manage it. You go downstairs. Everyone is waiting there for wishing you." Lily said and started wiping water of his room.Parth went downstairs. " Happy birthday, Smiley. May God bless you my son." grandma wished him and hugged him.

The door opened and Jared walked into the room. They hadn't really talked since he arrived but he had been nicer, smiled more and very warm towards her... And especially to little Jack. He wasn't so so terribly intimidating anymore. He had turned out to be surprisingly charming. And he loved Jack. His new nephew. He’d perch Jack on his big, broad chest while he read, informing the baby of any interesting movement on the share market. “This boy is a Rohan indeed,” he’d declared one day. "Can’t start learning too soon.”

Summer air drifted through an open door. Everything felt peaceful. Balanced. Whole. Then her phone buzzed. A message from Daisy. A photograph. Again. Jessica smiled before opening it. Some things never changed. The image showed Daisy standing in a graduation gown. Beaming. Radiant. Alive. The message underneath contained just three words. I did it. Jessica stared at the screen. Then laughed. Then cried. Then laughed again. Because sometimes happiness arrived so suddenly that your heart didn't know what to do with it.

Complaints, insults, excuses, frustration. “That asshole plays dirty.” “The ref was bought.” “We shouldn’t have lost like that.” I clench my jaw as I read, close the chat without thinking too much because I don’t want to stay there, don’t want to keep going over the same thing, don’t want to think about the game or him, so I set my phone aside and take a deep breath, trying to clear my head, even if it’s just for a while. Tonight I’m only going to do one thing, drink enough to not feel anything and leave early before it all becomes unbearable, no drama, no complications, not giving him more space than he already takes.

"Why did the virus attack so fast after we removed the protection system? This time, it directly altered the data and issued a heating command! There's only a ten-minute window!" She commanded, "Fix the system now! Elijah cannot get hurt—absolutely not!" I looked weakly at her. My wife was still thinking only about that man. At that moment, the very last trace of love I had for her vanished into dust. "Mr. Jameson, you're the only one who can save us now! Please!" The colleagues who had rushed in all looked at me with pleading eyes. I shook my head and spoke softly, pointing at the computer on the floor, the one Maya had smashed into pieces earlier.

It took Daisy ten years to transform from a humble street vendor into a star investor in the corporate world. I stood by her side for every single one of those ten years. During our darkest year, I threw away every last drop of my self-respect and begged my estranged mother just for twenty dollars to buy us a decent meal. Looking back into Daisy’s heartbroken, tear-filled eyes, I gave her a soft smile and asked just one thing: "On the day the company finally goes public on Nasdaq, will you bring me with you?" She held me close and promised she would. Years later, when her company’s empire was soaring at its absolute peak, I gently brought up my old request once more. She didn't even bot