Shake Up The Happiness Novels & Stories

“Speak English.” “I want another chance.” I frown as the ground rocks beneath me. I shake my head. “You’re too late.” “No, I’m not.” I nod way too fast, as if trying to convince myself. “I’m happy, Ben.” “I can make you happier. You know I can.”

I heard Vincent's furious shouts and Queenie's sobs, but I didn't care. When I got into the car, Mom called to inform me that the divorce papers were ready. I returned home and packed up my things. Just as I was about to leave, Vincent called me. While answering the phone, I accidentally knocked the rose quartz bracelet he'd crafted for me against a hard surface, causing it to crack and shatter into pieces. I gaped at the rose quartz fragments littering the floor and felt an inexplicable rush of relief. Perhaps it was for the best that the bracelet shattered. It was long overdue, much like the end of our marriage.

I laugh, trying hard not to picture it, but it's all I can imagine now. "Maybe that's how he moves so fast, the third leg gives him extra speed." She bursts into a fit of hysterics. "Seriously though, I couldn't walk straight after the first time, I was doing the crab shuffle." She stands up and demonstrates her best crab shuffle, and I lose it, laughing so hard that I'm crying, but unlike before when my tears were for my sadness, these are happy tears. She's cheered me up. "So you're officially together now?" I ask her, trying to calm myself back down. She's just too funny.

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…" His eyes had turned red. He held me, thinking it over, but he couldn't give me the answer I wanted. "Aren't we already happy like this?" Now, hearing those same words again, I didn't even have the strength to argue. I looked at him. "Layne, let's end—" A sudden wave of nausea hit me. My stomach twisted violently, and my whole body shook. Layne rushed forward to steady me. "What's wrong? Your stomach acting up again?"

They seem to be happier overall, and the community starts to thrive. As the months turn into years, the ripple effect of the "Happiness Club" spreads to other communities near and far. The movement starts to be called the "Gratitude Wave", and it's making a real difference in people's lives. Research even begins to show that gratitude and mindfulness can have a positive impact on physical and mental health, relationships, and even the economy.

She took some videos of their performance and she recapped and tried mimicking the performance of both of them. Stella(mimicking Zendaya) ; You’re going to fail at the things you’re sure you’re meant for, at least five times. You’re probably going to get your heart broken four or five more times until you find someone who would stay ,you’re probably going to look for your favorite shoes or clothes everywhere and not find it, even if you do find it, it might be stained with dirts from under the couch that you forgot to clean,you’re probably going to have issues with your friends and maybe never reconcile and even if you do, things might never be the same, it might rain on your out door birthd

"You're home. I've already prepared a bath for you. Have a bath first. The food will be ready once you're done." This was how I had visualized happiness. I opened my arms and hugged him tightly. "Why are you home so early today? Don't you have to work?" Sean explained in a gentle voice, "My manager said that I'll be transitioning in my career, so he has chosen a movie role for me. He asked me to increase my workouts and not appear in public for some time." My eyes lit up, and I leaned in to bite him. "So, you'll be free recently, won't you?"

She realized something had gone seriously with his mental health. As she stared, Daniel spoke. "And you? You look happy now." Kimberly nodded. "Yes, I am." He murmured, "That's good." He repeated, louder and with sincerity, "That's good." Kimberly hesitated, feeling sorry about his state. "I hope you'll pull yourself together. The slump is temporary, and you still have..." She paused. "Henry needs you. You'll want to see him married one day." Daniel smiled bitterly, realizing she was encouraging him. "Are you worried I'll end it? Don't be. I won't."

The only thing that felt truly real in a world full of fakes. Another wave of memories. The monsoon rain was lashing down, turning the city streets into shimmering rivers. She had been upset, worried about her new shoes, but he had grabbed her hand and pulled her into the middle of the street, spinning her around until she couldn't help but laugh. Her worries had melted away, replaced by the pure, unadulterated joy of the moment. She had forgotten how to just exist, to be happy without a reason. He had taught her that again. He had reminded her that she was more than her struggles.

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