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“—you can choose what you want. Choose yourself. Choose to keep coming here and keep learning. Keep being mine, even if it means fighting him, even if it means consequences.” Lennon’s eyes filled again. Damien didn’t swipe them away this time, just held his gaze, unflinching. “It’s your choice, baby. Not his. Yours.” Lennon stared at him long, searching his face. Then slowly, he nodded. “I want to keep coming here,” he whispered, voice cracking. “I want you. I want us.” Damien’s arms tightened around him, crushing and protective. “Then that’s what we’re gonna do.” Lennon buried his face in Damien’s neck again, clinging shakily but steadying. And for the first time, he believed he could. Beli

“You are not listening.” His laugh was painful. “I am listening. I just do not believe you.” I grabbed both of his hands this time, hard enough that he finally looked at me again. “I have never belonged to anyone. And I never will. Not unless I choose it. I choose you.” For a moment, he forgot to breathe.

“And what if I love them all, Mother? What does that make me?” “A human being,” she said. “A heart is not a coin, to be spent once and done. It can hold many, in different ways. But the question is not who you love… it’s who you choose.” Her words burned through him. Choice. That was the wound. Elias: The Steadfast That night, Henry dreamed of Elias. They were standing on the battlefield again, the air thick with smoke. Elias’s hand clasped his arm, pulling him back from the edge.

And everything I didn’t want. Because when he looked at me— It didn’t feel like a choice. It felt inevitable. Like something had already decided for me. “You’re mine.” His voice echoed in my memory. Not just from tonight. From before. From the moment the bond formed. And that— That was what I couldn’t accept. I didn’t want to belong to anyone. Not like that. Not without choosing it. Not without understanding it. And definitely not— To someone who could command me without even trying.

He said, "Of course! My heart's aching for you right now. It stopped when I saw you unconscious! Jazz, promise me one thing—don't get hurt again. It breaks me to see you wounded." His words seem to make the needle marks on my arm throb all at once.

We faced each other beneath the silver arch, moonlight soft on our skin, the entire realm watching, but somehow, I only saw him. His fingers trembled slightly as they held mine, and I felt my heartbeat rise to match his. He spoke first, his voice was low but steady. “Liora… I choose you. Not because fate commanded it, not because prophecy demanded it, but because my heart recognized you before my mind ever caught up.” The room drew a quiet breath. “I choose you,” he continued, “because you carry strength without pride, kindness without fear, and love without limits. I choose you even on the days you cannot choose yourself. And I will choose you still… in every storm, in every silence, in eve

“I scrub your floors. I change your linens. I dream about your mouth and hate myself for it.” His voice broke. “Then hate me too. But don’t pretend you don’t feel it.” I did. God help me, I did. He reached out, but I stepped back. “You can’t have me just because fate says so,” I said. “I’ll choose. Not the moon. Not your wolf. Me.” He nodded. Once. Fierce and reverent. “Then choose me,” he whispered. “Because I will never stop choosing you.” We didn’t kiss.

Coming home from a late shift on a winter night, my fingers were stiff with cold. The first thing I did was head for the bathroom. Ethan stopped me, a bowl of late-night leftovers in his hand. “What took you so long? Rena’s in the bath. Just wait a bit.” I glanced at the clock. It was already eleven thirty. “I have to be up at six. Could you ask her to finish earlier next time?” He frowned. “It’s just a bath. Do you really have to make an issue of it?” When we’d been apartment hunting, I suggested getting a place with two bathrooms. Ethan insisted on this one because it was close to his and Serena’s office. Their commute was ten minutes. Mine meant three transfers and nearly four hours round

My husband, Jared Casey, and I decide to host another wedding ceremony on our 20th wedding anniversary. Just before the ceremony begins, my best friend, Noelle Stark, and Jared are suddenly nowhere to be found. They don't pick up their phones when I call them. I search every nook and cranny and finally hear them arguing inside a private room. "I'm going to come clean to Lilian after the ceremony is over. The children need their father," Jared says. "Don't you dare!" Noelle hisses. "You already secretly tampered with her university application form all those years ago for my sake. I even gave birth to your children. We've already wronged her too many times. We can't hurt her again." The b

A wordless noise of pleasure emitted from my mouth and my nipples hardened against my bra as he continued to knead my soft fleshy mounds. “I talk with God constantly, Trisha, and you have been chosen.” His words seemed to exist entirely in my head now, as if he didn’t even have to speak for me to hear him. “Chosen for what?” I breathed. “To build God’s army.” “I will... fight for God.” I said and this seemed to amuse him, the words that came back to me seemed tinged with merriment at my response, as if a kitten had done something cute.