Novel & Cerita Choosing My Happiness Novel

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 saw me. And somewhere in that gaze, I learned to see myself, too. I've carried the weight of shame for far too long, dragged it across seasons like a second spine. And still, I survived. So if survival has taught me anything, it's that I get to decide how the next chapter goes. And my decision? I'm choosing joy. Not because it's easy, but because I finally can. Happiness over bitterness. Friendship over solitude. Love over hate. Healing over trauma. I choose to live.

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:

Yet despite everything, they continued choosing each other. Again. And again. Because real love is not found only in grand gestures. It is found in everyday choices. In loyalty. In patience. In forgiveness. In staying when things become difficult. In growing together instead of growing apart. One of the most beautiful lessons I learned while writing this story is that happiness does not come from having a perfect life. Happiness comes from finding people who make life worth living despite its imperfections. That is what Liam and Daisy found in each other. Not perfection.

“I spent so many years building walls, protecting myself, making sure no one could hurt me. And then people started climbing over those walls. Refusing to leave. Showing me that love wasn't something to be afraid of.” She looked at Patricia. At Liam. At Nathaniel. “Margaret once told me that joy is a choice. That happiness isn't something that happens to you—it's something you decide to feel. I didn't believe her at first. I thought she was naive. But she was right.” Victoria lifted Michael higher, so everyone could see him. “This is my choice,” she said. “This boy. This family. This life. I choose it. Every single day.” The crowd applauded. Victoria wiped her eyes and handed Michael to Nath

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.

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits.. Chapter 105 Emily’s POV: I used to think happiness was something you stumbled into by accident—like tripping over a loose stone on a quiet street. Something sudden, unexpected. But I’ve learned it’s quieter than that. Softer. It comes in pieces, like sunlight slowly warming your skin after a stormy night. And tonight, as I sit in the nursery, rocking one of my newborns in my arms, I realize just how much my life has changed in just a year.

But then it was better than enduring the pain of living with Darius for the rest of my life. I was now alone, but I was wholly unimpressed about it. I took a breath that was filled with pity. Talking about books, maybe I should continue reading. From where I had stopped from the diary. Happiness radiated off from the woman in that diary—the kind of happiness I had only desired, the kind I had only seen from a distance. From her words, she seemed happy, happy that she found love, even if the man was not her goddess-given mate. Her words were so detailed.

“I couldn’t understand what makes you so happy and cheerful while I, on the other had no reason to stay happy. I thought it was dad. That’s why I started hating you more than before. Then I wanted to have Daniel, but again, you got your hand on him, adding a little more hatred in my bucket that I had for you. Then for the first time, I planned to kill you but even after knowing that you were with me with the same smile on your lips. To wipe out that smile from your lips, I didn’t realize that when did I bring tears to my eyes. It was the moment of eye-opening for me that ‘happiness is a state of mind, a choice, a way of living; it is not something to be achieved, it is something to be experi

She peered at me, walking beside me. “I am not good with words, nor do I understand you or girls. But I know one thing. Be happy when you can be, because the right time to be happy never comes. Happiness is monolithic. The time of being happy starts from the day you are born and continues till the day you die. Like this perpetual night, happiness can be felt at any moment in any situation of life. All one needs to do is choose to be happy upon all other emotions that come and go. Because happiness — it’s always there — you just need to search for it a little.”