Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

In any case, the choice was mine now ​I took the remote, my palms slightly damp against the plastic. I scrolled through the options, desperately looking for something safe. I didn't want a thriller that would make me jump, and I certainly didn't want a heavy drama. Finally, my eyes landed on a movie with a quiet, beautifully shot cover of a couple walking through a rainy city. The title sounded simple, almost poetic, like a standard, innocent romance about two people finding each other. ​"This one looks nice," I murmured, hovering over the selection. "It matches the weather outside."

“People leaving. Partners hesitating. Heat staying on. How long do you think loyalty survives the absence of comfort?” Adrian glanced at me once. Not for permission. For alignment. “Longer than compliance survives daylight,” he said. Marcus turned to me. “And you? You think romance holds under this kind of pressure?” I didn’t flinch at the word. That was his mistake assuming it could shame me. “It’s not romance that holds,” I replied. “It’s choice.” He nodded, as if appreciating the line. “Choice is expensive.” “Good,” I said. “Then it can’t be bought.”

“I choose your heart, your voice, your spirit. I choose your laughter, your anger, your softness, your strength. I don’t promise perfection. I promise to be here. I promise loyalty. I promise that in every lifetime, I will find you again.” Tears blurred my vision as he spoke. I swallowed and lifted my chin. “I’ve stood beside you as a mate, as duty-bound partner,” I said, voice shaking. “But today I stand beside you as your wife. Not because I must—but because I want to. I choose your soul. I choose your scars. I choose your darkness and your light.” I chuckled slightly and continued. “I choose your storms and your silences. I choose you when the world is loud and when it’s quiet. I choose y

“I know that, logically. I think I just needed to hear you say it.” “Then I’ll say it as many times as you need,” Damon said, pressing a soft kiss to her knuckles. “You are not the necessity Camille implied, or the convenient choice, or the strategic marriage the tabloids keep insisting we are. You’re the woman I chose, deliberately and completely, and I have no intention of ever regretting that choice.”

“I want you because the man who showed up on that terrace last night, terrified and honest and finally, completely unguarded, is the man I actually fell in love with three years ago, underneath all the composure and the boardrooms and the fear of ever being seen as anything less than untouchable. I love that man, Damian. I have never stopped.” Damian’s breath caught, something breaking open across his face that he made no attempt to hide. “Say it,” he said, his voice rough. “Please, Elena. I need to hear the actual words.” “I choose you,” she said. “Not because of the twins. Not because we’re already legally married by some accident of paperwork. Because I’ve watched you become someone worth

That was when it down on Kim that it was his new acquaintance, the girl have not told him her name yet. " You look hot... though... But not as beautiful as your real self, " he flattered her stretching his hands out to her for a dance. " Aww... You are so romantic, I felt flattered though, are not going to buy me a drink?" Julianne questioned she was in a desperate need of a whiskey right now. " Oh my bad, Waiter!!" Kim yelled after the passing waiter, the waiter didn't turn so he pushed through the crowd of sweaty bodies to reach him.

The car was silent for almost a minute before Anthony started to speak. “The fourth rule shall be; us displaying public affection but being ourselves in private.” “PDAs? Like what?” “Hugging, holding hands, and kissing.” I almost choked on my spit at the last thing he said. He wanted to actually do romantic things in public, with me. “K-kissing?” Anthony nodded with a look as if I was supposed to know about the rule. “We will need to do those things in public to deceive people. People on social media are smart, babe. They can sense bullshit from just posting one word. I said this before, Sandy. So, yes. The fourth rule will be; romance in public, friendship in private.”

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

I love him so much . We may argue but it won't change the fact that he is still the same man I love . The same man I chose . I had a choice to choose between Dylan and Kingston but I chose Kingston and not once did I ever regret my decision . Loving him was fate and I was not forced to love him . I guess you can't force love and if you are meant to be , you are meant to be and nothing can come in between the love we have for each other now . I guess our love story was an ever after since our love prevailed over temptations .

"I choose you. Not because fate chose first, and not because we are bound by blood. I choose you simply because I want to." Ryan shattered. Relief, love, and immense gratitude broke through his defenses all at once. He pulled her fiercely into his arms, crushing her against his chest as he buried his face in her shoulder. When he pulled back slightly, he kissed her—not with a desperate fury, not with possessive dominance, and not to claim a prize, but to choose her. He kissed her again, and again, and again, sealing his promise in the fading light.