You Deserve To Be Happy Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You don't have to be afraid of love, Ethan. I know it's scary, and I know you've been hurt before, but you deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved." Her words touched him in a way he hadn't expected. No one had ever told him that he deserved happiness, that he deserved love. It was a foreign concept to him, something he had always kept at arm's length. But here was Sasha, looking at him with those big, beautiful eyes, telling him that he was worthy of something more.

I replied him He let out few more deep breath and told me, "Okay..Okay..I was a little worried about party..Thats it..Anyway, Come soon guys..Bye" "Okay varun..bye" I replied him back and cut off the phone call with a smile.. Once I had everything in my life but at one point I lost everything and became nothing..After losing everything, I had doubts about whether I was worthy of love or worthy of living..But, in the end, my life proved that I deserved to be loved..

For the next few hours everything settled and everything buzzed, but Neville still didn’t understand what is happening and where to go and to whom. “Take care of yourself, Neville. Don’t forget that I love you and we will talk soon and will also meet.” Her Mom assured before leaving the house and her Dad walked into his room with the same force. All she knows is they are sad because they don’t deserve each other and she is feeling sad for the same reason. She even wished they did deserved each other and then she could have been happy instead of sad with tears falling but no one to go near so that they could be brushed away.

I get the happiness I deserve. _____________________ ♡ THE END ♡

Margaret took a sip and processed everything she just heard before she asked, “How do you tell yourself that you deserve to be happy? I’ve just tried saying it in my mind right now and I already feel guilty doing it. It’s as if I…don’t believe I deserve that. I mean, I’ve done a lot of wrong things before I ran into you and Tate.” “You did what you had to do, Margaret. I’m not saying that the things you did were right, but I do acknowledge that you did what you knew to be the best way forward for you and your pup, and later on, for your pack. What’s important right now is that you…refuse to go back to how you were. As for the guilt…it might have stemmed from the stereotypical image you have

“All the time. Especially at first. I felt guilty for leaving. Guilty for finding someone new. Guilty for being happy when I’d spent so many years being miserable. Like I didn’t deserve it somehow.” “Exactly,” I breathed. “That’s exactly how I feel.” “But here’s what I learned,” Maya said. “Happiness isn’t something you have to earn. It’s not a reward for suffering enough. You deserve to be happy just because you exist. Period.” Dr. Benson nodded. “That’s something we’ve been working on in your sessions too, Zara. The belief that you deserve good things.” “It’s hard to believe that when everyone you’ve trusted has hurt you,” I said.

“You might be a bad news, but that still doesn’t mean you don’t deserve to live. Your past is always written on your face, even though most times you try to hide it. It’s always evident, and so obvious. One glance at you, and I can tell how bad it has been for you. Plus it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that it was related to you being an omega, and you don’t deserve that, heck nobody does. You guys deserve a chance at a healthy life, you guys are not weapons.” Tears stumbled down my cheeks and I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t mean to get emotional, I didn’t. But I could not help it. I deserve a fair chance at life, I deserve to be happy, I deserve to be at peace. What I don’t deserve is m

She did not want to think about the pain she felt when it happened. "You deserve to be happy, you should be happy, I want you to be happy"

“Goodbye, Victor.” He laughed as I walked off. “Bring tissues!” I’d made it halfway down the hallway when Victor called after me. “Micah.” I turned. He hesitated a second, like he was deciding just how much of himself he wanted to show today. Then he said, “You deserve this. Not because you’ve earned it, not because you’ve suffered enough. Just because… You do. Don’t talk yourself out of happiness.” I stared at him. “That’s… weirdly profound. Are you okay?”

The flowers, delicate and enduring, seemed to embody the resilience and beauty of those who had shared their stories. Later, Yam organized a small reading session—Letters From Nobody, Responded By Everybody. Participants read entries aloud anonymously, followed by open replies offered like small gifts. One letter said: “I feel like the only person who doesn’t know how to be happy.” A reply came softly from someone in the back: “Happiness isn’t a requirement for worth. You’re already enough.” These words resonated deeply, a reminder that worth was not contingent on external validation.