Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

Shoot! "Love is indeed in the air." Maribella remarked before waving my book in front of the camera. "So, if you people haven't read this, if you haven't been in love, or if you just wanted to enjoy a good romance book then buy Rebecca's My high School Love Affair and it will make you fall in love with life." I shyly smiled and nodded my head. "Anyway…" Maribella's gaze went back to us and she was wearing this stare like when a journalist's curiosity was piqued. "Sir Ibarra, you did mention earlier that you are going to be a part of Rebecca's future, yes?"

"Darian, please don't fight with Grace because of me. Next time, you should dance with her. I'll be fine on my own. Grace, don't be mad at me, okay? I'm sorry." Darian immediately pulled Lilith into his arms and murmured reassurances. The look he gave me grew even more disgusted. I watched Lilith — fragile on the outside, but every word calculated to manipulate and earn sympathy. This was exactly how she had stolen Darian's heart, bit by bit. Darian and I were fated mates. He was the Gamma's son; I was the Alpha's daughter. We had known each other since childhood. We were engaged. There was a time when we were inseparable.

I have experienced the city so differently since I met you. The door creaks, and I focus on the view as you join me, leaving plenty of space between us. "This is breathtaking," I admit, taking a drink and offering you the flask, but you shake your head. "So, now that my pack-kin are convinced, what is your choice? Do we bond?" I turn. "I think we should flip a blood-stone to determine our fate." "Ah, so not only are you reckless and sign pack-laws without reading them, but you also are not afraid to gamble away life-altering paths." You shake your head. "What am I to do with you?"

Lucy officiated, voice soft, steady, full of love. “Do you, Marcus, choose Sloane, every day, every moment, every forever?” Marcus’s voice was thick. “I do. I choose her when she’s laughing. When she’s scared. When she’s quiet. When she’s loud. I choose her in the light. In the dark. Always.” Lucy turned to Sloane. “And do you, Sloane, choose Marcus, every day, every moment, every forever?”

He pointed a dismissive finger at me and snorted. “An accident and a weak heart! That’s all that was. It has nothing to do with some archaic oath or a curse!” “It’s a scam, tailor-made to prey on our Pack! And I’m sick of looking at her. If you force this mating, I won’t wait for my birthday. I’ll end it myself. Right now.” He moved fast, a silver-edged ceremonial blade flashing in his hand and pressing against his own throat. Selene gasped and dropped to her knees before Liana, her voice a pretty, practiced tremble.

"Especially then. I'm not interested in easy relationships with uncomplicated people. I'm interested in you. All the messy, difficult, extraordinary parts." "That's either very romantic or very stupid." "It's both. Most romantic things are." I kissed him, not caring that pack members were probably watching. Let them see. Let them understand that our relationship wasn't political calculation or crisis bonding. It was choice. Deliberate, consistent choice to build something together despite complications. "I choose you," I said when we broke apart. "Not because you're pack leader or politically convenient or because tradition demands it. Just because you're you and that's enough."

Love-making wasn’t about bodies anymore. It was about presence. About choosing each other without losing yourself. When his arms wrapped around me, I rested my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It felt steady. Human. Real. “I can’t unsee what you did,” I whispered. He tightened his hold slightly. “I know.” “But I can choose what I do with it.” He kissed my hair. “And what are you choosing?” I pulled back enough to look at him. “I’m choosing myself first,” I said softly. “And then… maybe us.”

Choose us. I held my breath, waiting. This was the moment. Where it all went wrong or right. Kade rose, and with him, I did. He cupped my face in his hands, grey eyes dark and fixed only on me. "I choose you." Emotion roughened his voice. "I choose us. 'This family we arebuilding'; I choose it. No contracts. No clauses. No force or obligation. Just choice."

He had simply named the gown after her, making it a bold proclamation of his eternal love for her. The cameras were pointed at both their faces. He was tall, dark, and handsome, whilst she was beautiful and stunning. They also seemed intimately close to each other. Madeline Carlton's lips tugged upward slightly in a self-deprecating grin when she saw that. They were perfect for each other. But that only made Madeline's situation seem even more like a sick joke. Half an hour later, footsteps sounded at the door. Madeline remained seated on the couch and didn't get up to welcome the newcomer home. Instead, she just waited in the dark, watching as the bright overhead lights buzzed to life and p