Choose Me Or Lose Me の小説・ストーリー

I said "I do not know what to do." The man in black said softly "Yes you do." His eyes locked onto mine. They were cold and calculating. He said "Choose." The word echoed loudly and finally. Ethan said "Do not choose me." My heart. I said "I have to." He said "No you do not." Tears blurred my vision. I said "I cannot lose you." He said "You will not." He said "But if you do this you lose yourself." His words hit deep because they were true.

Not of being exposed. Of losing him.

“That’s not what I meant…” “But that’s what you said.” “Max…” “You chose this,” I whispered, stepping back. “You chose this over me.” “I’m not choosing…” “Yes, you are!” I yelled, tears burning my eyes. The silence that followed was heavy and suffocating. When I couldn't bear it anymore, I walked away because I wasn’t going to beg someone to choose me. A sob ripped from my chest as I pushed myself up, stumbling toward the sink. “Stop it,” I whispered harshly, gripping the edges of the basin.

I will send you what you need. But after this, you will not be able to turn back. I look out the window. Everything is gray outside. The day is flat. Like a world holding its breath, just enough to let me choose. — I know, I say. I close my eyes. And I accept. Even if I have to lose myself in it. Even if I will never recognize myself again. Even if I have to pay the price for it all my life. Because she must pay. Because I must win.

“I have no fear or doubt in my decision. I don't want to sever our bond anymore. We might have figured our fate earlier than our mates but I don't regret it. I choose us, I choose you Karl.” The words don’t shake. They don’t rush. They land solid and true. Karl freezes. Actually freezes. For half a second, I worry I broke him. “Say that again,” he whispers. I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “I choose you. Not because I’m scared. Not because I need protection. Because I want you. Because when the world goes quiet, you’re who I look for.” His breath shudders out of him. He steps forward like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves too fast. His hands hover at my waist, unsure.

"Oh! I see. Hmm it's indeed a pity my son is behaving like this. I indulge you to please exercise a little patient with him. I will make sure he pays attention to you. You are his mate. You see, let me tell you a little story about myself. I lost my true mate when I was younger. I lost her even before I could put my mark on her and call her mine. I cried for days. I never knew in my entire life being a prince that I could feel so much pain. She was my enemy when we were kids. (giggles) she was stubborn and wouldn't let me be. Her mom used to work her in the palace and anytime she came around with her mom, she always messes around with my stuffs. We grew up to become friends and then surprisi

But my hand closed around nothing, causing me to lose my balance and fall to the floor. I figured that I must be experiencing low blood sugar. There was a bottle of glucose solution on the cabinet. I slowly dragged myself over it, trembling as I finally grasped the bottle. But my hands were shaking so badly that I couldn't open the cap. I even failed to get a proper grip on it. My phone had fallen to the floor. I tried to call Celeste but saw that my screen was still stuck on my Instagram feed. Katelyn had just posted something. It was a photo that she had taken of Adrian standing at the bedside, leading a team of doctors in consultation. He looked serious and focused, radiating reassurance.

looking at me for the first time since he arrived. Everyone gasped at the revelation while I wanted the ground to swallow me whole right there, I can’t look at their judging gaze and looked at the ground instead. I’m not proud of breaking someone's hard but what did they want me to do? Date them both? I will be judged whatever decision I take in my life, now I’m accused of breaking his heart even though they know that one of them was going to be rejected and if I had decided to not do that then I would’ve been called a slut.

He looks at me with the specific expression of a man who has spent fifteen years deciding not to love things he could lose and has finally, completely, irreversibly lost the argument. "Chosen," he says.

I could only go with that because it was the only card available to me. "You lose."