My Numbered Days Of Happiness นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I was counting days from the start and even though Cayden is stopping me from doing so, I still didn't stop myself and again, feel struck my chest after knowing that the end is near and my happiness will already end even though I still don't want it to end. I can't even count the days left back then but now, I can't help but to be bothered by it and be nervous for I don't know what I should expect about everything.

He counted the chocolates and it's 10pcs. " So they are ten, so 5days I can survive and can save money.." He looked at himself and mocked ," Vihu… it's time to lose weight. Vincy Didi was right. You are a bin bag .. " he opened one rapper and ate fooled.

Their days are numbered now. Shantal threw out the calendar a week ago; it had been driving him insane. The days are starting to mean nothing to them now but Shantal hopes this is only because they’re so wrapped up in each other and not because they unknown will quickly be upon them. What’s one hundred days to someone in love? The heart doesn’t know time.

We visit often and try to keep in touch as much as possible. I have not married yet and I also do not have anyone special in my life as well as you can say that I am married to my job. I don't know if this has been an advantage or a disadvantage but I am happy to know that we do not currently have any open case files of children waiting to be found or solved anywhere on my desk. It was also sad in a way because it meant that it was time for me to say goodbye to my partner who has decided to move with his family.

Not until after the 15 days of our courtship. "And about that. I need a calendar to remind me of my counts. Today marks the second day of my stay in this house. Knowing I still had thirteen days In his house gave me this joy I didn't understand. I torn a paper from my joter and began to make my own calendar. The days and the way I am going to spend them with Jace.

"N-Nicholas…" He smirked. "Your lucky number, baby." I bit my bottom lip hard and tried to move his hand, guiding his finger to move again but he's so strong compared to me. "Si…x! Oh! S-Six," I said almost crying 'cause I felt his finger moving a little. He chuckled sexily. "What? Sex?" "SIX, NICHOLAS!" I shouted. "My lucky number is six!" He smirked again as my cheeks heated. He turned the shower off and pulled his finger out the same time my orgasm ripped through me. He looked at me in amusement but after a while, his eyes flickered with desire.

"Three days. She was so happy. So finally happy. And then she was gone. Just gone. Like she never existed. Like those three happy days meant nothing." "They meant everything," I said softly. "Those three days gave her something she never had before. Connection. Friendship. Joy. You gave her that. You gave her three days of real happiness. That is not nothing. That is—a gift. The most precious gift anyone gave her." "Three days is not enough."

I was just pregnant for a month, and the abortion procedure was painless and quicker than I thought. It was only then that I remembered adding Sean's number in the next-of-kin section the last time I came for a checkup—the hospital might inform him that I came for an abortion! As such, my heart skipped a beat as several voice messages came all at once. "What is this text I received?! You were just fine in the morning, and now you're sending me lies?!

EVELYN "Happy birthday, Mom." I wished my mom on her special day, today being the sixth of February. "Thank you for being my number one person, my rock and support, my best friend. I hope today brings your more happiness, more joy as you have given me all my life. I love you so much, Mom." "Awww," I could hear sniffles from her. "Thank you, sweetheart. You're my number one source of joy and happiness. If you hadn't come into my life, I..."

That was when she quietly started becoming a constant presence in our lives. Layne spent 18 hours a day on the phone with her. On my birthday, he stayed on a call, coaxing Ruby to eat. On our anniversary, one call from her was enough to drag him away to fix her plumbing. The day before Grandpa was declared critical, he went to her school to drive off a suitor who had been harassing her. I had screamed at him more times than I could count. At my breaking point, I once broke down in tears and asked, "Layne, will you only truly belong to me if we get married? Then let's get married…"