Choosing My Happiness Novel Novelas e Histórias

By choice. That realization sat in my chest like a hot coal. It scared me. But underneath the fear, there was something else. Something warm and alive that I had not felt in years. Happiness. Real, dangerous, terrifying happiness. For the first time in my entire marriage, I had made a decision for myself. Not for Liam. Not for the family. Not for appearances. For me. I went downstairs the next morning expecting something to be different. A look. A touch. A single crack in his armor that would tell me last night meant something to him too.

But looking back now, I couldn't help wondering—had I ever put myself first back then? Had I ever truly been happy, or had my happiness simply come from the joy my family gave me? And when that joy was shattered, I had been forced to realize just how empty my life had become without it. But now, for the first time, I had chosen myself. And strangely enough, I was genuinely happy. “Thank you. Good night,” I told Luppy once we reached my room. “Good night,” she replied before turning around and leaving. But there was still one problem.

Reya I didn’t realize that happiness can make a person restless. For most of my life, I’ve pictured happiness as something quiet and steady. The kind of peace that settles on other people’s faces when they sat beside someone they love or return to a place that fits them. I thought if it would ever come for me that I would fold into it and stop thinking so much. Instead, I can’t stop smiling. That’s the embarrassing part. I have spent nearly half an hour propped up against the pillows with the book that Killian gave me spread open across my lap, pretending to read while he works at the small desk by the window. I made it through a whole two pages before my attention began to drift toward him.

he countered. "I don't agree. You can be happy by reading a good book, watching the sky or television, dancing to a great song, or even getting promoted at work. Happiness can come from the simplest things, like choosing a brand of tomato sauce," I said, throwing a preferred brand of tomato sauce into the cart. "Reading a book requires commitment and dedication. All the things you mentioned demand certain commitments, and commitments don't last long," he argued. "You're so odd. I'm not getting closer to you. I don't want to get infected with your aversion to love and happiness," I joked, walking ahead. I could sense him smiling behind me, and it made me blush.

Anne's P.O.V The funny thing about life is we make plans and then it just happens, whether as planned or a completely different way. My current life may not have been as I had planned it, but if I had a second chance, I believe I wouldn't be changing one thing. After having heard the reasons why I wasn't chosen, I was happy that I had gotten amazing parents and that later on in life I had received an additional mother and father figure in Rachel and Harold.

He kept promising to put me through hell over time in a menacing tone. For so many years, I was neglected and treated like I was invisible. In the end, I jumped into the sea in a state of mental confusion and died. The absurd thing was that while I lingered in the mortal world during my final moments, I saw Sarah returning to the country in a flashy manner. She reunited with Emil. She didn't die and had been living well. She became an internationally renowned designer. Sarah and Emil's deep and belated love received everyone's blessings, and I was the only fool from the beginning.

Insomnia is a really bad thing I tell you. Still I was in a really good mood at the moment. The note Dili had left for me was very much still lingering in my head. A small smile adorned my face as I recalled exactly what he said, word for word. Knowing that the person you like equally shares the same feeling as you do was truly bliss I tell you.

His house is smaller than his nostrils just to sleep, the rest of the time he is curled up in a nightclub, dancing in music, drinking alcohol to relieve sadness, sometimes having things to do and dragging his body, solve the problem, then go back to lie down in the nightclub. His life is not boring, it is not right to say noisy. - Mr. Vu, the big brother assigned him the task of resolving conflicts at the pier that took the area into his hands. A person close to Nhi Lang came to give the news. Mac Vu immediately jumped up and sat up, just when he was bored, he had work to do, as if he did it to relieve his mood. Han Da saw that and smiled, a mocking smile: - Do you need me to help you?

I also couldn't stop smiling, as a result of my agitation. All I said was the truth. Life was a game itself. A game that was never willing to end. All that filled my heart was joy. Getting married to her was the greatest thing I had ever done. Indeed, people could change. Everyone, absolutely everyone, could be given a chance. No one deserved death. Everyone deserves happiness. Happiness was just one of life's games. We only had to view happiness if we wanted it. It was Mia and I choosing to make, and we made the right choice together.

ALESSA'S POV I used to think peace came from people. From being chosen. Being loved right. Being seen. But sitting here, cross-legged on the living room couch, my laptop balanced on one knee, I realized something: Peace didn’t come from being chosen. It came from choosing myself. And happiness? It wasn’t a reward you earned through suffering. It was a free gift you chose to unwrap every day. The soft tapping of my keyboard echoed through the quiet room. The lights were low, the air unmoving, and outside, the night had folded its arms around the estate like a velvet coat.