Choosing My Happiness Novel の小説・ストーリー

“I don’t want you to sacrifice…” “I am not sacrificing. I am choosing what makes me happy. I have never been so happy and all I thought about was power but after you came into my life, I realized I wanted happiness. I have had enough, Serena. Lusted for power, trained like a beast, and lived like my father wanted. For once, I want happiness. I choose you, who is my happiness.” I could not keep my emotions in check when I saw a layer of tears in his eyes. I hugged him letting out my tears and when he rested his chin on my shoulder seeking comfort from me, I realized HE WAS MINE, and I wanted to give him all the happiness he needed.

Drew said as he patted my head, "Fine," I grumbled and waved to Dime. Drew and I unpacked our boxes and sighed once the job was done, "Happy?" Drew asked as he collapsed onto the couch, me joining him seconds later, "I am," I responded as I sighed in comfort on his chest. Drew pulled me tighter into him, "I'm happy that I got you," Drew admitted as his heart picked up the pace, "I'm glad I have you as well," I admitted as I kissed his chest, sighing with happiness, happy my life changed from me being abused to me living with someone I love with all my heart, them loving me just as much.

“But remember, happiness built on someone else's pain is like a house built on sand. It will never stand.” With that, I turned away from her, the heavy fabric of my dress whispering against the floor as I moved towards the inevitable. Today, I was marrying a man I didn't choose, but I vowed to myself that this wouldn't be the end of my story. Somehow, someway, I would find happiness again—not as Heaven, the woman scorned, but as Heaven, the woman who overcame. ~•~

I trace the letters with my fingertips, a smile tugging at my lips. Maybe he’s right. Maybe happiness isn’t a trick. Maybe it’s a choice. And maybe, for the first time in my life, I’m brave enough to make it.

“Maybe I temped her too much, maybe I flaunted it in her face and Fate decided to slam the gavel in my face, because I feel as though I will never be truly happy ever again.” “I think happiness is a choice for the lucky. We can choose to be happy and we can choose not to be, but for some of us, we have other things blocking our choice. Cliff blocked your choice when he attacked you. Until you fully heal, that choice was taken from you. But the day will come when you are healed. Then, I think you will have a choice again to be truly happy, Iz. I really believe that,” Kate said softly. “I hope so,” Izzy replied softly. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

City lights below. "Timi asked if we're happy." "Are you?" "I thought so. Now I don't know." Ethan was quiet. Then: "When I was waiting for Maya, I asked myself that a lot. Am I happy? Or am I just surviving?" "And?" "And I realized happiness isn't a destination. It's a choice. Every day." "That's deep." "I've had practice." Jake thought about it. "I love her." "I know." "I want to marry her."

Still people who might want revenge. But for the first time in years I felt like I was choosing my own path. Not running. Not trapped. Just choosing. And maybe that was the real happy ending after all.

“I ask because I think you deserve it, after everything. And because I think Ethan deserves to know, clearly, exactly how much you’ve found here.” I considered the question honestly, surprised by how easily the answer came. “Yes,” I said. “Happier than I ever expected to be, honestly, given how this all began.” I looked toward the house, where I could see Ethan through the kitchen window, laughing at something Daniel had said. “I used to think happiness meant the absence of danger. I understand now it’s something else entirely. It’s choosing joy, deliberately, even in the middle of everything still unresolved. Choosing family, even when family means grief and complication alongside the love.

Just a series of choices made quietly. Before sleep claimed me, Aria turned toward me. “You’re happy,” she said. It wasn’t a question. “Yes,” I replied. “I am.” She brushed her thumb against my cheek. “Good.” I closed my eyes, holding onto that word. Because happiness, I’d learned, wasn’t something you chased. It was something you built—slowly, carefully, with someone who chose to stay. This time, I wasn’t afraid of what tomorrow might bring. I was looking forward for it.

I guess I’m the only one who thought he was just friendly. “I don’t even know if I should be happy or sad, if this had happened before than I would’ve been selfishly happy but now…..I don’t think I can, even though my heart is bursting with happiness that the love of my life chose me” he continued and laid down on the ground, closing his eyes with a blissful face. I laid down too, silently agreeing with him because that’s how I’ve been feeling. Should I be happy or should I be sad because someone else is, I don’t know because to me being happy means I’m being selfish and being sad means I’m being ungrateful.