Novel & Cerita Choose Me Or Lose Me

The curse wins. Bane wins. I lose everything. Again.

To be an Omega and lose myself. I couldn’t choose wrongly because I would have to live with myself. My heart thudded. Hard.

The figure’s voice came Calm. “Now,” it said, “choose each other without it.” And that Was worse than losing everything. Because now— We had to prove We were more than the bond. Or lose it forever.

Not cruelly precisely. Sebastian bristles. “You make her sound weak.” “No,” I correct. “I make her sound true.” Leila’s lips part, words caught behind her teeth. She wants to deny me. She can’t. The room tightens then. Sebastian shifts his stance, Leila’s shoulders square, Blake’s fists stay clenched. Every number has reached its edge. So I extend my hand, palm open not to Sebastian, not to Blake but to her. “Choose,” I tell her. My tone does not rise, does not soften. It is the voice of arithmetic, inevitable. “Take it back… or lose it forever.”

To make the right choice. Or lose everything.

“Choose me…Or I will choose you.” The flames surged higher and swallowed the hall.

At everything I stood to lose. Then made the only choice I could. "Where do we meet?”

Even if it means doing things I can't take back. I will win because losing is not an option. Not for me. Not ever.

It’s about rewriting everything. Us. Him. Me. And if I don’t stop this— I’m going to lose him. Not physically. Not completely. But worse. I’m going to lose the part of him that chose me. And I don’t know if I can bring it back.

There were videos of her strolling on the beach with someone, their fingers intertwined as they held hands, her happily laughing and flying kites with someone, and watching the fireworks at night with someone next to her. I knew that she was doing this on purpose just to show off to me, to rub it in my face, but I didn't care about Mitchell anymore. Before leaving Havenridge, I sold my most prized possession, my original song and lyrics, to an up-and-coming singer, Altair White. Everything went smoothly. After we signed the contract, he insisted on treating me to dinner to express his gratitude. We had an enjoyable meal together. Altair was still quite young, but he was polite and gentlemanl