Choosing My Happiness Novel Novels & Stories

"I'm content." "What's the difference?" "Happiness is a feeling. Contentment is a choice." She looks at me. "I choose you." "I choose you too." --- The second book comes out in November. The reviews are quiet — not the attention of the first, but that's fine. This book wasn't written for attention. It was written for the people who need to know that ordinary is enough. Celeste buys a copy at the local bookstore. "You didn't have to do that," I say.

I could still picture him. Nervous and sweaty. Pretending to be confident. He had dropped the ring box twice. I had laughed so hard I almost cried. "You've made me the happiest man alive." He had whispered after I said yes. Back then... I believed happiness lasted forever. Now I knew better. Happiness wasn't something you found once. It was something you chose. Again and again. Or neglected until it quietly disappeared. The waiter placed a cup of vanilla latte in front of me.

The moments when she felt whole. She picked up her pen and began to write. I never thought I would be happy. I spent so long being scared. Scared of losing Silas. Scared of losing the apartment. Scared of losing myself. I did not think I deserved to be happy. But Ezra taught me that happiness is not something you earn. It is something you choose. Every day, I choose him. Every day, he chooses me. And every day, we build something new together. I do not know what the future holds. I do not know if we will stay in this apartment or move somewhere else. I do not know if I will ever publish my story or keep it hidden in a drawer.

Like closing a chapter that had been built on survival and opening one built on choice. Dakota had not imagined her life would look like this. The memory warmed her now as she closed her eyes briefly, listening to the sounds of her home. Wren’s laughter drifted back into the room, followed by Elias’s voice pretending to scold her before dissolving into laughter of his own. There was a time when she had believed happiness was something other people stumbled into by luck. Something she was not meant to have. She had lived so much of her life braced for disappointment, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

For the first time in my life I was choosing personal happiness over reputation management. Choosing love over corporate image. Choosing Lily over everything else. That should have terrified me but instead it felt like finally getting my priorities right.

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

When the minister finally said you may kiss your bride I was relieved because I just wanted to get out of here and be alone with Jack, something that I had not been able to do for the last three days. The scaredness and stress passed as soon as he kissed me. All that was left was happiness and a sense of relief that everything went according to plan. Now I just needed to share Jack for the duration of the after-party before he would finally be all mine for the next three-week honeymoon wherever he had planned for us to go as he would not tell me a thing.

I held both novels in my hands as I thought about my recent incident with that rude lady. “Is this fate?” I asked myself. “Do I really deserve a new beginning? Is this what the moon goddess has install for me? Maybe I wasn’t the one offered a new beginning. Perhaps I was granted a new beginning because I had just given birth and my child doesn’t deserve to suffer for my sins. If it wasn’t for him, I’m sure I would’ve been punished by the moon goddess for all my sins. Maybe my life is just like this sad novel. A tragic ending…is how my life would end. I should quit trying so hard to find happiness.”

But the light that filled Adimasta and Clarissa's hearts, gratitude for all they had and happiness they would continue to reach. Happiness is your choice THE END

"Why are you so quiet lately?" I used to chatter nonstop even if he ignored me. I shrugged. "My throat is sore. Don't wanna talk." He snorted and left with the packed bisque, not returning until the engagement day. I placed that contract and the divorce agreement on the table. Suitcase in hand, I glanced at the house one last time and headed to the airport. Before boarding, Gideon called. I rejected it, tossed the SIM in the trash, and moved on to my future.