Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

He said it as if it was the easiest thing he's ever asked. Most females would want romance, and petals and dinner, in a place that was both beautiful and somewhere they share memories. But I'm glad he didn't do any of that for me, he knows I'm not the type of woman for all that crap. Angel is everything, he's everyone's type I guess, but he chose me. And he's choosing me again. "Marry you?" I repeat quietly, my voice almost mute it was that soft. I almost choked the words out once I found my voice.

"Will you marry me? Not for the press. Not for the 'alliance'. But because you want to spend the rest of your life fighting with me, and building with me, and loving me?" Aurora looked at him. At the man on his knee. At the rough wooden box. At the diamond that looked like a shard of light. She thought about the "unwell" girl. She was gone. She thought about Ariane Rousseau. She was retired. She was Aurora. Just Aurora. And she was home. "Yes," she whispered. "Yes?" "Yes," she said louder. "Yes, Liam. I choose you. I choose the fight. I choose the love."

He’d written special vows. “i know you are wondering why I picked this location for out wedding, why I picked those specific colours, why there is a bench on the altar” Roman looked up at Camila who had a curious look on her face “ when my dad told me I was getting married to a certain little girl, I flew all the way here just to see how she was, I found her here, in this very park, on the very bench, in a white and gold dress and I fell in love immediately, I chose at that moment to make that special girl the one that I’ll hold, love, cherish, have children and grow old with, I can be very annoying sometimes but I want you to know that no matter what I love you so much and I’ll continue to

You walked with them through all of it—through tension and longing, heartbreak and healing, passion and peace. Romance, at its core, isn’t just about desire. It’s about choice. It’s about staying when leaving would be easier. It’s about learning someone’s flaws and loving them anyway. Brielle and Jaxon didn’t fall in love because everything was perfect, they fell in love because they worked for it. Because they grew. Because they chose each other again and again, even when it was hard. If you’ve ever felt like love arrived late for you… If you’ve ever wondered whether you missed your chance…

she asks. “So happy,” I assure her. “From the day that I met you.” "Even with everything that people put us through?” “Absolutely," I reply. “Once I knew what it was like being with you, I wasn’t going to be able to let that go.” “Is that so?” “Yes,” I reply. “Did I ever thank you for choosing me?” “I chose you?” “You did. Because even though I saw you all the time, it was you who made the first move in that basement.”

“I love you. I just want you to know that. I love you so, so much.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, too.” “I know that I've been a little nervous with the baby coming,” he admitted. “But, it's just that I love you. That you chose me.” I grinned at him. “I choose you,” I said. “Every day, I choose you.”

"Not really. Why be separated at birth just to wonder around for 18 years, praying you find each other one day. Plus, it takes away from free will. I think chosen mates are more romantic then fated." "You're just saying that because you haven't met your fated." "No! I'm serious. Even if I met him one day I will always know that every way I felt towards him was because fate made it so. It wasn't my life or who I became, or what I’ve been through. I would love and want him because of fate and not my own free will." "Well, you could reject him." I wouldn't reject my fated mate. I’m not crazy. "I didn't say all that. I'm just saying it's not very romantic when you fall in love with someone made

“So I’m asking you again, Lena Carter. Will you marry me? Not because you’re carrying my child, not because of a deal or a war or a scandal—but because you want to. Because you see me, flaws and all, and you still choose me.” The tears spilled over now, unstoppable. My chest felt like it was splitting open under the weight of everything—his words, his love, the enormity of this moment. I sank to my knees in front of him before I even thought about it. My hands covered his, closing the box between us. “Roman,” I whispered, my voice breaking. “I chose you a long time ago. Even when I tried not to, I did. Even when it terrified me, I did. And I’d choose you again. A thousand times.”

she bounced back much spiritedly, with warmth in her voice, “romance is like a dice; it always takes two sides to win a fortune but often, it is only one side that gets the attention. The one you love may not love you back. And it is highly unlikely that two people would love each other equally. Like the downside of a dice, a true lover isn’t one that comes with glory to seek your praise. There would be no top side of a dice if the down side decides not to rest. “Grandson, you have the right to choose who your heart desires, but be careful so that you don’t throw away the precious pearl that finds you, and go chasing after a mere shining stone.” The words of grandma, though filled with pro

"I love you, Aria. Not because of fate or destiny, but because of who you are. Your courage, your compassion, your strength. I choose you. Every day, I choose you." Tears spilled down Aria's cheeks. "I love you too. I didn't think I could ever feel this way again after Kade, but you showed me that love is a choice. And I choose you, Dante. Always." He kissed her then, gentle despite the blood and dirt and chaos around them. A kiss full of promise and hope and future. "When you're healed," Dante murmured against her lips, "I'm going to ask you properly. With all the ceremony and tradition, you deserve."