Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

It’s the first time that I admitted this or I even realized this. Looking at Angel Talking to her mate with so much love makes me envy her, why does my life have to be this complicated? Why can’t I fall in love like this? But I’m happy for her and in a way sad too because it’s not like she gets to choose who she will love. At least I will fall in love because I want to and not because I have to.

When we stood facing each other, hands joined, the world seemed to narrow into a single point of focus—his eyes, steady and certain. Roman spoke first. His voice was low. “You are the life I didn’t know I would be brave enough to choose,” he said. “But now that I have, there is nothing I want more fiercely than forever with you. I promise to protect you. To stand beside you. To love you in every version of yourself—strong, fragile, joyful, afraid. Every single day.” Emotion blurred my vision. “I choose you,” I whispered when it was my turn. “In every lifetime, in every storm, in every quiet moment. You are my home. I'll always choose you. It'll always be us. Forever.”

Through danger and peace, through chaos and calm, through the terrifying and the mundane, they chose love. That's what I hope you take away from this story. That love isn't just a feeling that happens to you - it's a choice you make. It's choosing your partner when they're difficult. It's choosing to stay when leaving would be easier. It's choosing to fight for your family and even when the world is working against you. Thank you for choosing to read this story. Thank you for investing your time and emotions in Elena, Adrian, Rose, Violet, James, Leo, and Lucas. Thank you for crying with them, celebrating with them, and hoping for their happy ending.

About the lies. About everything that started wrong. But right now? All I felt was… certainty. Dangerous, unexpected certainty. My fingers slid to his jaw. “Roman,” I whispered, steadier than I felt, “I’m not running.” His eyes darkened, not with lust this time, but something deeper. “India…” “I’m choosing this,” I said softly. “I’m choosing you.” For a moment, he just stared at me like the words rewired something inside him. Then he kissed me, slow, gentle, nothing like the desperation from before.

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

His eyes bulged as he cried out indignantly, "You're lying, right, Dani? How could you possibly fall for someone like Allen? What's good about him? "His family background can't compare to yours, he doesn't have a good job or a prestigious degree, and he's so calculative! How could you love him? You must be lying, right?" The irritation in Daniella's gaze grew as she looked at him. "That's enough, Jackson. Do I need your permission to fall in love with someone? I love Al. I'm in love with him. Got it?" Jackson's legs gave out, and he collapsed to the ground as if he'd been struck by lightning. His eyes were bloodshot, and his tone dripped with anger and resentment.

Dante’s eyes darkened with triumph, and before she could take another breath, his lips crashed against hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss. It was raw. Desperate. Consuming. His hands tangled in her hair, pulling her closer, and she melted into him, letting the weight of her choice settle over her. There was no turning back now. Dante had given her a choice. And she had chosen him. Forever. --- End of Chapter 40

His voice dropped to almost nothing. “Do you want me?” Arielle didn’t answer with words. She stepped into him, pressing her body against his, hands sliding up to cradle his face. She kissed him slowly, deeply, pouring every fear, every fight, every sleepless night and hard-won truth into the space between their lips. It was not desperate. It was chosen. When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his. “I choose you,” she said. “ I have choose you since a very long time ago, not because you’re powerful, and definitely not because you’re broken.”

His hand froze in the air as he paused in the middle of bringing the sandwich to his mouth. It was only then that I realized what I’d just said. Even Rina was staring at me oddly, no longer texting on her phone. For Rina to abandon texting her long-distance boyfriend, just know it had to be something huge. “I mean… I like his way of teaching. That’s it,” I rushed to correct. “Professor Gomez is also good,” Noah said. “Maybe. But I prefer Professor Frost.” He looked confused. “You’ve only known him for a week.”

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant