Choosing My Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

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.

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.

“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.

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.

She’s craving for attention, she craves for tender care and she got that from the young man. "Then, help yourself. Because I, I'm just helping, if you don't accept my help nothing good will happen. I'm just helping you, but you are the one who will decide whether you accept my help or reject it. It's you who will choose but I beg you to choose happiness. " Tiffany sniffled. "How can I choose happiness?"

He looked at her. “We chose this,” he corrected gently. She smiled. “And I’d choose it again.” He reached for her hand. “So would I.” The sun began to set slowly. Casting a golden glow over their home. Inside Laughter echoed. Outside Peace settled gently. And in between it all They stood. Grounded. Grateful. Certain. Because happiness is not found in perfection. It is found in alignment. In choosing the right love. In building the right life. And as Maya stood in the family she had created with a husband who never failed her and children who filled her world with meaning one truth settled deeply within her heart:

Locking himself up in his study and working so hard even when it had been three weeks since after Nana's funeral. I wanted so badly to try to help him. To ease his pain. To make him happy. But he wasn't letting anyone in. “Always choose your happiness.” Nana's words rang in my head. Why wasn't Maurice choosing his? Why wasn't he trying to be happy? I made a decision. I would choose my happiness. So that morning, I took the Manila envelope containing the divorce papers and headed to the concave where Maurice hides himself. His study.