Novel & Cerita Choose Me Or Lose Me

“I’m not competitive. I just don’t like to lose.” “Same difference,” I reply. She shakes her head, and chestnut hair bounces around her face. It’s a cute look on her. I can’t stop staring. “No. I don’t want to lose because it hits too close to failing. Now that I hate doing. But I can lose gracefully, if I know I tried my hardest or wasn’t the best at something.” “Is that all,” I smirk. She smiles in return. “Yup.” “Good to know,” I reply. “So… How’d you get so good at darts?”

I passed him in silence, step steady as I entered the lobby. 'Jason, I gave you a chance. You were the one who didn't value it. You betrayed my love, and lost your child forever. You're no longer worth even a flicker of my attention.'

I've been secretly dating Liam Burnett, my brother Julian Elling's childhood friend, for five years. On my 23rd birthday, Julian suddenly tells me, "Liam rented out an entire restaurant. He's proposing to the woman he's been seeing for five years. Bring your boyfriend along. We're going to help him pull off the perfect proposal!" Liam promised me that once I turned 23, we'd finally stop hiding our relationship and he'd propose to me. So I get dressed up and head to the restaurant, convinced this is finally the night I've been waiting for. But when I arrive, Liam is already down on one knee in front of another woman, sliding a ring onto her finger. Everyone erupts in cheers and starts urg

A few seconds later, “I have an emergency.” his expression changed “You're leaving me?” I stared at him. “I'll be back.” “Whatever! That’s what people say right before they abandon me.” “I'll make it up to you.” He laughed. He pointed at me. “Don't leave without telling me.” “Oh, Okay, Axxel.” I nodded. Then he disappeared through the crowd. I was officially alone. The moment I entered the main hall, I was greeted by crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, tall arrangements of white roses, and an entire wall covered in glass windows overlooking the garden.

My hands trembled slightly. “I don’t want to lose anyone,” I whispered. “You already have,” the creature said. My eyes snapped to it. And for a moment— Just a moment— Something shifted in its expression. Not pity. Not kindness. But… recognition. Like it understood what that felt like. “What happens if I don’t choose?” I asked. The answer came immediately. “Everything is lost.” Silence. Heavy. Final. Because there it was. The truth. Unavoidable. Unforgiving.

Done letting Sophia win by default. If she wanted a war, she'd get one. And this time, I wasn't backing down. No matter what it cost me. No matter what I had to reveal. No matter what I had to lose. I was going to fight. And I was going to survive. Because the alternative was letting her destroy me completely. And I'd already decided. That wasn't happening. Not now. Not ever.

“And I will teach you to survive what’s coming.” Ruby shook her head violently. “Elora, don’t—” Lucien whispered, “Stay.” Milo clutched my coat. “Choose yourself.” My heart thundered.Because I felt it now. The power.The pull.The truth no one wanted to say out loud: Whatever I chose...Someone would lose me forever. I took a breath. And stepped…

Castellora, Santoria. "You're the illegitimate daughter. So what does that make your kid?" Dante Locatelli looked at the pregnancy test in my hand. I froze. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Means he's illegitimate too, babe." Before I could even breathe, he kept going. "You're my side chick now. I'm marrying your sister. She's the real Ambrosi daughter. She actually fits my life." "What about me? What about our baby?" He lifted a brow, that cocky little smirk sliding onto his face. "If you can be illegitimate, why can't he?"

Just distance. "Because I don't want any of it anymore," I said. "Your victory is just a pile of trash. If you want it so badly, hold onto it. Don't drop it." I turned and walked into my apartment building, leaving her shouting, crying, and cursing behind me. Olivia thought taking something meant winning. She would never understand that real strength wasn't about stealing someone else's life. It was about letting go and building a better one of your own. Six months later, my career was thriving. I had been promoted into management, and my annual income had passed the seven-figure mark.

The tattooed men had guns and said slowly, "Mr. Blanton, you can only take one of them. The other dies. I suggest you think carefully." Samuel's step froze, then he struggled to speak to me, "Ophelia, Zara saved my life. I can't ignore that. I'll save Zara first. I'll come get you later." Zara's act was obvious, and Samuel would've realized that if he had just paid attention. But he still bought it and abandoned me once again. He pointed at Zara and shouted, "I choose Zara!" That single sentence pierced my heart like a knife, and I could feel the hope draining out of me. I looked at him in despair. "Samuel, this is the last time."