Choosing My Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

I didn’t cry back at the hall but only a few drops escaped from my eyes, I chose not to cry because I knew that was not what I needed to do at that moment. But now, I’m feeling awful and lonely, I feel I don’t get the happiness I deserve yet. Maybe I won’t have it until I create one for myself and I think I am on the right path to doing that. There say, fucking don’t expect your happiness to come from a soul. Happiness is created by one self. So I know whatever it takes, Elena Deloris is getting a happy ending for herself. I’m driving into Ava’s mansion now and I see another car parked close to my car. It’s Ava’s mom car, looks like she is back home.

But in my mind, I had made an assumption that because Yinka was happy, it was strange that he had considered killing himself. Or course, he could not be truly happy. That his happiness must be a facade. I did not give him the chance for a middle ground. Which makes absolutely no sense because case in point - Here I am, a happy girl, writing about my suicidal thoughts. But you should know this; Consistent happiness is a myth. Nobody is happy round the clock. We often forget that happiness is a choice. Happy people want to kill themselves too. Suicide Last year, someone who I had the beginnings of a friendship with killed himself. He was a happy person too and I did not know how to feel. I cri

“That's ambitious.” “I've spent enough of my life trapped by other people's decisions.” She looked at him. “Now I want to make my own.” Adrian smiled. “Then we'll go everywhere.” She looked at him suspiciously. “Promise?” “Promise.” Evelyn leaned closer. “You know something?” “What?” “I used to think happiness was something people gave you.” “And now?” “Now I think it's something you choose.” Adrian smiled. “And what did you choose?” She wrapped her arms around him.

"You think he'll remember all this?" I nod. "He'll remember love." She hums, eyes half-closed. "Good." Outside, the wind rattles the trees, the moonlight pooling across the floor. I pull her closer, my arm around her waist, the world finally still. People say happy endings don't last. Maybe they're right. But happiness, real happiness— isn't something that lasts. It's something you keep choosing, over and over again. And I'll keep choosing her. The End....

“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

Where I existed as myself. "Yes," I said. "Are you?" "I'm getting there. It's different than I expected. But better." "Different how?" "I thought happiness would be... simpler. Someone choosing me. A clear role. A defined future. But it's not. It's complicated and messy and I'm choosing it anyway." "That's the mature version of happiness. When you're choosing something despite it being difficult." "Is that what you're doing? Choosing this despite it being difficult?" "Yes. Every day. I'm choosing partnership with Nico instead of trying to escape into invisibility. Choosing visibility instead of comfort. Choosing real over safe."

Jessie nodded eagerly through tears; the love and sense of belonging she yearned for, she didn’t find it from the people she was connected to by blood, nor did she find it with the man who chose to marry her, she found it in a place she least expected, among the sea of strangers. The three excitedly explored the two three-bedroom cottages before finally deciding on one. Mira watched them with happiness and amusement; Happy that she could repay them for their kindness in her past life, happy that she could protect them in this one and amused by their excited exploration as the two cottages were exactly the same. They soon chose their rooms and placed their luggage before coming out. “Are you

My father, Hector, and Benjamin had shared the transaction slips of the money they'd transferred to Jennifer's account. I curled my lip mockingly while looking at the birds that flew past my window. It turned out everyone remembered Jennifer's birthday despite forgetting mine. My father, Frank Monroe, shared his transaction slip. He also wrote, "Happy birthday to my darling Jennifer!" Hector wrote, "I hope you'll always be happy, Jennifer!" Benjamin wrote, "No matter what happens in the future, Jennifer Robinson is the only woman I'll ever love."

"I worried, you know. After everything. That you'd never trust again. Never love again. Never let yourself be fully happy." "I worried about that too. But then I realized happiness isn't the absence of fear or pain or complicated feelings. It's choosing joy despite all of it. And I choose it. Every day." We finish breakfast. Start getting ready. Harper helps me into the dress. The same dress from a year ago, cleaned and preserved. It still fits perfectly. "You look beautiful," she says, zipping me up. "I look the same as last year." "No. Last year you looked beautiful but scared. Today you just look beautiful."

And in the quiet of that night, held safe in Aiden’s arms, Evelynn knew she had found her forever. But even as she drifted into the comfort of his embrace, a thought lingered at the edge of her mind — the world outside their door was still dangerous, still waiting. The fire inside her was not only love; it was power, a force others would hunt. Yet as Aiden’s arms tightened around her, Evelynn realized something new: she wasn’t just surviving anymore. She was choosing. Choosing him. Choosing them. Choosing to fight for the love that had set her heart ablaze.