Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

"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.

“You’ve never asked anything like that before.” “Just answer the question.” He gave me a slow smile, amused as hell. “Romantic feelings and sexual attraction? Well, sexual attraction is wanting to fuck someone. Romantic feelings? That’s when you want to stay. Be there when they’re laughing, crying or annoying the hell out of you. It’s when you start choosing them, even when you don’t have to. So, which one is it?” “Which one is what?” He leaned on the desk, far too comfortable for someone on the edge of death every time he opened his mouth. “What do you feel for her? Sexual attraction… or romantic feelings?”

I said as I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him in the living room. He put the pen down and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. "No matter what, I want to give you the best, Ms. Caldwell. I know you might not have feelings for me, but you always come first in my heart." As our eyes met, I felt a fleeting pang in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't need to feel burdened," he continued with a gentle smile. "Just focus on being a beautiful bride."

*** We open the store, help a couple of early customers, and within ten minutes Matteo has commandeered a stack of receipts and started sketching circles and arrows like we’re planning a heist. “Okay,” he says. “Option one: classic romance.” “Define classic.” “Candlelit dinner. Somewhere intimate. You get down on one knee. Boom. Tears.” “That’s… reasonable,” I say. He grimaces. “But expected.” “Cara likes expected,” I argue. “She likes thoughtful,” he counters. “There’s a difference.” A woman browsing the romance section coughs pointedly, clearly eavesdropping. Matteo lowers his voice anyway. “Option two: chaos.”

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 shares with me. A chosen mate? What does that mean? As if sensing my confusion, Tamara continues, “A chosen mate is someone you choose to be your mate. You may really like or love them. And they are usually strong, so they can fight beside you against threats such as rogues,” she says to me as if she had not just dropped a bombshell on me.

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.”

Bigla na lang bumuhos ang lahat ng sakit, pagtatanong, insekyuridad at ang walang katapusang mga walang kasiguraduhan sa bawat luhang pumapatak sa pisngi ko. “I’ll choose you over and over again, Teresa. Ikaw lang.” Hindi ko alintana ang posisyon namin o kahit ang mata ng mga nakapaligid sa amin. Noong gabing iyon, pinaramdam niya sa akin na may choice ako. Na ako ang pipiliin niya. Being a second lead in romance books I’ve read is sad and painful. They have to let go for the sake of their loved ones. They have to sacrifice their happiness for them.

"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