My Numbered Days Of Happiness Novels & Stories

He must be sleeping, I thought. I started talking, knowing that he wouldn’t be able to hear me and argue with me. “You know, you’re such a bad person.” I started off. I looked at him once again and saw that he still had no reaction. I continued. “I think I was happy only thrice in my entire life." "Is that sad? That I feel like I’ve only felt happiness for three times in my entire 17 years of existence?” “It probably is.” I laughed to myself. “But because the feeling of happiness only came so little, I remembered each and every detail of those events that elicited it. And I keep on looking forward to the next time that I’d be able to feel it again."

But you just made this worse for both of us. Wait and see. Happy New Year. Make it count. You have ten years, five months, twelve days. I'm counting every single one.

I made deals. Day 42. The number I’d scratched into the back of an old bus transfer. Forty-two days since the last time I let anything but coffee set my hands on fire. Forty-two days since I saw a man tear out of his skin like he was tired of being smaller than what was underneath.

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.

I couldn't put my feelings right now into words, I am too happy beyond the words exaggerated and too much. "Mom" D*mn, Dang it! I felt like the universe stab my heart with full force. This feeling is killing me, now I know that too much happiness can also kill. The way he softly call me for the very very first time after more than 10 years, If the happiness I had right now can be covered into light then I guess I can light up the whole planet by myself.

And one of those seven days I decided this looking at the calendar, with Saoirse in the chair beside me and the river going about its business outside the window one of those seven days was not going to be for the statement, or the succession, or the package. One of those seven days was going to be ours. I was going to give the machine six days. I was going to give her one. ── I told her the new date. I said: “Tuesday. Seven days. I surrender Tuesday.” She did not say anything for a moment. I watched her absorb the number the way I had watched her absorb every number I had given her the count, the nineteen, now the seven with the steady downward attention of a woman who had decided to look d

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.

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.