Choose Me Or Lose Me Novels & Stories

I couldn't keep begging for it from others. … Three months later, I saw Morgan again at a dinner party. He looked worn down. His usually neat hair was now in a bit of a disarray. I knew I couldn't keep dodging him, so I walked up to him first. I said, "Morgan, we're over. I won't be Evelyn's walking blood bank anymore." Morgan’s lips fell open, but he didn't speak at first. Instead, he took my hand as his eyes reddened.

I stared blankly at the chat history on the tablet. A tingling numbness crept over my scalp, and I couldn't help but tremble all over as I read the lines over and over again. I still couldn't believe it was real. Yelena: "Fabe, I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you out in the open. I don't want to keep sneaking around like this." Fabian: "Darling, just give me a little more time. As long as she takes the medicine for a few months, she'll start to lose her memories from the past seven years. I'll coax her into divorcing me then."

"You never told me." "No," she agreed. "I didn't." "Why?" She considered him for a moment — this man she had loved quietly and completely for three years. This man who had looked through her every single day of those three years and was only now, standing in a room full of people who knew exactly who she was, beginning to understand what that meant. "Because I wanted you to choose me," she said simply. "Not what came with me." Something moved across his face. Fast, and then controlled, the way he always controlled everything.

Liam’s PoV Sleep had become a stranger. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw two futures. One had London. The other had Nara. No matter which one I imagined… I lost something. I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my apartment, the silence almost unbearable. My phone lit up on the bedside table. Decision Deadline: 18 Hours Remaining. I sighed heavily. “Eighteen hours…” That was all I had left before choosing the rest of my life.

They talked about the latest merger cases, the new trends in immigration policy, and who would make partner next year. Every word felt distant from me. For the past five years, my world had been precisely confined to this space of just a few hundred square feet. As I was chopping vegetables, the living room erupted with the raucous sounds of a game of Truth or Dare. "Ms. Payne, it's your turn! Truth or dare?" "Truth," Lydia replied, her voice as steady as ever. Someone intentionally spoke in a drawn-out manner. "Of everyone here, who would you call your best partner?"

“He’ll have to choose eventually. You or our child. You or the pack. You or his legacy.” She’s still trying to push me into a corner where I have to pick whether to fade into the background or bleed in public. I won’t take the bait. “You’re talking like a woman who thinks she can force choices,” I say. “You can’t. Not anymore.” Madilyn’s smile returns, but it’s thinner now. “You think you’ve won.” “Not yet, but I will.” Madilyn’s voice follows me as I walk toward the door, soft and intimate, like a lover’s warning.

My voice softens, but it carries weight… demand… desperation. “Choose me… or let me go for real this time.” Her fingers tighten in my shirt again. And I feel it….that shift, that moment where fear and desire collide. And one finally wins. Her eyes close briefly, like she’s surrendering to something she can’t fight anymore. When they open again, there's no hesitation left. “I choose you.” Everything inside me snaps. And I lose it completely.

How could he give it all up and hand the chance to someone else? Nathan had once been completely devoted to her. Every thought and every action revolved around her. As long as she turned, there was always someone looking at her with warmth and unwavering love. Only at this very moment did she realize that she had lost the one person whose eyes held only her. That realization shattered her. How could she have forgotten? Nathan's health had never been good.

Because losing? Not an option.

Me 10:01am Depends, on if you tell me why 😉 Zach 10:01am I want to take you out for our first date. Me 10.02am Ok then, I am free. What time do we meet and where are we going?" Zach 10;02am I will pick you from your house at 7pm. Where we are going is for me to know and for you to find out. Me 10:03am Hmph...not fair. Zach 10:03 See you later, love. (I blush at how he is calling me, his love)