My Numbered Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

They help build the world around us and they help bring it down but there is nothing that can truly destroy the nature and value of numbers. I love numbers. I love how they are so important and yet no one thinks much of them. I love how they help shape the world without actually doing anything. I love how they are so easy yet so difficult to understand. And I love how they excitedly run circles in my head, begging to keep me company. Two eyes, ears, legs, hands, a face, and ten toes are most of what I was born with. Eight thousand thirty days, one hundred and ninety two thousand, seven hundred and twenty hours, is how long I've lived in this accursed world.

She gave me all the happiness in this world, she is my life saver. It started when I got home from my meeting, even though I had a stressful day I was still unable to sleep because the house felt so lonely I was alone watching my favourite anime when a message came to my private line. I noticed its a new number, only few people around me can reach me through this line, I tried to ignore the message because I know its a wrong number but it kept coming and I felt the need to reply because whoever it is, is clearly hurt. She gave me the rare opportunity to drop some quote and you can't believe how proud that made me feel.

Day 24. It was funny how fast time went, one moment we thought the appointed days seemed far away, like they were never going to come and in another moment, they seemed way too close. Staring at the number 7 on my hand, I felt that way, had that sinking feeling to despair. I was starting to understand why people ran mad, fell into depression and had other sorts of mental issues. The things happening to me were enough to drive anyone to the brink of madness.

Madelyn exclaimed. "I know right!" I teased. She laughed. "Idiot!" "I want Maple syrup! Pleaseeee!" I pleaded. "Okay okay!!!" She sighed. "I'll bring tons of it," •••• 6 am. Wednesday, the 30th of May. A.k.a., Doomsday Today is the day. It's the day we stand up for our rights! Well, more like the day "I" stand up for... "my"... 'non-existent' rights.

Ada pointed out once the boy had ran to his class, then up the stairs to attend the assembly. "What do you mean?" Janet hummed, playing clueless. Ada was right, ever since Friday, she'd had a grin on her face, her mood was touching the sky. Even on a Monday, Janet was still on cloud nine. "Guy yarn me nah, what went down at the party?" Ada groaned, wanting to know what...or who got her best friend so happy. "You nko? You've not told me about the so called plan you tried on Ope." Janet defended, raising her brows at Ada with a smirk.

For a while, I had been telling myself it was because I was smart, but now I wasn't even sure that was the case. "Can I leave now?" Nate asked, sounding hopeful. "Yes, you have two days off. You need some time to rest," I said. "You can either stay here or go somewhere else, but just make sure you're back after two days." I had noticed that Nate hadn't seemed happy lately, and I couldn't tell what was wrong. Recently, her expression has been unreadable, but now, I could vividly see relief wash over her face. I smiled to myself.

… 21 days later, my phone suddenly began vibrating wildly. I tapped on it and saw a barrage of intimate photos of Jocelyn and Dylan. They included the entire ceremony, their honeymoon, and everyday photos of them. There was also a disgusting message attached. "Thank you for giving us your blessing, Mel. Dylan rushed over to your place the moment he got off the plane, and I didn't have time to develop these photos for him. I'll have to trouble you to do it on my behalf." I was flummoxed. Was she crazy? Was I just part of some kind of weird game they were playing?

"Sometimes, my dear, happiness finds us when we least expect it. Embrace it, cherish it, and let it fuel your spirit. It's a beautiful thing." His words resonated deep within me, affirming the inexplicable joy that had blossomed within my soul. As I joined the rest of my coworkers, laughter and camaraderie filled the air, and I knew that this day would be one to be cherished—a day where happiness reigned supreme, and where the radiance within me would touch the lives of those around me.

“I’msure I’d need to have a one-night stand every day for ten years to match your number.” He smiled. “Three thousand six hundred and fifty-two is a sum I could only aspire to meet—that is, if we’re taking leap days into account. If not, minus two, and I may have a better shot.” Did he just do the math in his head? God, that was . . . hot. “I have faith in you,” I told him. “But be careful. One of them might end up meaning something to you.” The words seared like acid on my tongue.

Sundays are my self-care/ self love days. That means no boyfriends, no commitments and most definitely no best friends. It is a day all about me, for me; I take the day to do what I want to do. I do what makes me happy. That can be anything from taking a long nap, to getting my nails done or going people watching in the park.