Novel & Cerita Choosing My Happiness Novel

he motivated her. “Patricia, I can’t feel your pain, but I understand it’s difficult to forget. But, all you have to do is take your mind off their existences, “Happiness is a choice, not a result. Nothing will make you happy until you choose to be happy. No person can make you happy unless you decide to be happy. Your happiness will not come to you, it can only come from you, “You have to be happy. You must be happy now that you are back to stay. There's no way you won’t cross part with them. You can’t let them see you sad or weak.”

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Pursing her lips, she pushed his arm away. "You're not seeing it properly, my love." He smirked. There wasn't any dark side hidden behind his smirk. She looked back at them. 'Matteo and Elizabeth are looking happy, so much happy. Is he trying to show me their happiness? What could it be? He said - Choose their happiness. I can't deny it. These cruel people are my family. If I'll choose their happiness, I'll choose my happiness too. Giving is the most beautiful thing in the entire world.'

“I know, but this is what I want. I’m not sure if you can understand how I feel-“ “I understand how you feel. You love her, and you don’t care if you die as long as you’re with her. But how about us? How about the people who love you? We want you safe, but…” she stopped speaking, and all I could hear was her sobs. Am I being selfish? Am I selfish to choose Khali? All my life, I’ve been told what to do. But Khali was the only person who taught me that I have a choice in how I live my life. Is it selfish of me to choose happiness this time around?

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

The world turned. And I thought about my father's letter. The one he'd written, hoping I'd find it someday. Be happy, Eliza. That's all I ever wanted for you. Not successful. Not admired. Happy. I was. Not because everything was perfect. Because I'd learned that happiness wasn't about perfection. It was about choosing joy anyway. Choosing love anyway. Choosing hope anyway. Clara babbled. Pointed at the sun. "Ball!" "Yes, baby. Ball."

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."

He said with bold words and picked her up. She chuckled and smiled as she was used to his bold language. He motioned with his hand to continue the time, everyone started to dance as if nothing happened. The guy who was touching her vanished like smoke. And I don't believe in such a thing as "happily ever after". There's only happily every now and then. I find the hardest trick is to recognize the now-and-then and to bask in them when they come. Happiness is a choice we make, like how to wear our hair, or having coffee with breakfast and tea at night.

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.