Novel & Cerita Choosing My Happiness Novel

I looked at Renjo and he just smiled at me and messed up my hair. "And I don't accept your thank you. You need to treat us.” I laughed at Mace and nodded at them. We walked side by side and started to find a better place to eat. I’m feeling wonderful right now. Because this is the first time that someone choses me to be their friend. They chose me because they want to. Not because they want something from me. This was the first one that I have chosen before my twin.

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?"

You know, to atleast even try to smile. If you just know how flattering it was to see you genuinely happy. After a long months of dull and emotionless face, finally you have your own now. Happiness...

Maria asked me. I shrugged my shoulders "I think my novel will only be a memory. I have absolutely no intention of stringing words in front of my laptop anymore. At first I thought my happiness was from money, the luxury I got made me complacent. But here I am now. I'm with my wolf "I smiled.

Happiness is a choice not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person will make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness won't come to you. It can only come to you. ATHENA It hurts a lot my head. I placed my hand on the head and felt a small bandage. I was laying on a very soft bed. Wait bed?? But My car met with an accident. I slowly opened my eyes. At first it was difficult open because it has been closed for sometime. I wasn't in a hospital as i expected.

I had somehow hoped she would ask me to run to Zac with open arms and we’ll live happily ever after. My forehead creased with worry. Counselor: Does this second man bring you peace? I can tell she doesn’t like Zac. Me: He brings a lot of drama and chaos. Counselor: You have the answer you’re looking for, Joy. I felt tears prick my eyes Me: Why am I not truly happy then if I’m making the right choice? Why doesn’t he make me feel the way the second man does? A minute passed before she replied. Counselor: Choosing peace might seem boring but it would make you grow in love safely.

“What? I’m invested in your happiness. Sue me.” We’re halfway to the door when I stop. “Clara?” “Yeah?” “Thank you. For everything. For being my person through all of this. I couldn’t have survived without you.” “Yes, you could have. But I’m glad you didn’t have to.” She hugs me tight. “I love you, babe. And I’m so happy you’re finally choosing yourself. Choosing happiness. Choosing Lucas.” “I’m choosing all of it,” I say. “For the first time in my life, I’m choosing everything I want instead of settling for scraps.”

Author's Note: I hope you enjoy my latest novel. This is a story of love and betrayal. I warn you now, it doesn't contain explicit sex scenes. My spelling is NZ spelling, so you will find words spelt differently (s instead of z, u in words like colour). 🌿 Layla's Point of View Happiness, I thought, was what stayed when the noise left. Not fireworks, but settling. Not applause, but the hum that follows when the dishes are done. The kind of quiet that keeps a house stitched together.

“She’s lucky. Happiness, is it?” “No,” I said firmly. “I’m the lucky one. And you stay away from her.” The words felt like a weight lifting off my chest. For the first time, I felt free, free to cherish Happiness without the specter of my past hanging over us. Happiness’s POV Mason came home late that night, his expression unreadable. I was curled up on the couch, a book in my lap, but I couldn’t focus on the words. “Long day?” I asked, keeping my tone casual.

They were the family I had chosen, the family who truly saw me. "Thank you," I choked out, my voice thick with emotion. "Thank you for everything, for being a good friend and a family to me.” “Be kind to yourself and allow yourself the space and time you need to make decisions that are right for you. You deserve happiness, Gav.” In that moment, amidst the chaos and uncertainty, a tiny spark of hope flickered within me. Maybe she was right… just maybe… I deserve to be happy. That it's not so bad to choose what I want and fight for my happiness.