Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

But don’t imperfection make their life sweet and perfect? They fall in love by chance, and they stay in love by choice. It's not always about how romance began. It is about how two people choose to follow their hearts. It's about how they believe in love and a happy ending. They thought, maybe, the fairytale is true after all. They have met unexpectedly, and they fall in love when both of them are not in search of love. "I love you." He cupped her face and kissed it passionately.

Lorenzo knelt in front, fisting my hair and fucking my throat in perfect rhythm with Killian’s hips. “I choose you,” I gasped when Lorenzo pulled out long enough for me to breathe. “Both of you. Your bloodlines brought us here, but I’d choose you in every lifetime. I’d choose your rough hands, your filthy mouths, the way you wreck me and then hold me after.”

I checked my flight time and hurried to the airport. As I reached the terminal, Morgan texted me. "Jasmine, I'm sorry. I was going to take you out for a fancy dinner tonight, but something came up at work. I'll make it up to you tomorrow. Don't be mad, alright? I love you." A second later, Evelyn's message came through. "Take a good look at this—Morgan is at a theme park with me right now! He spent ages getting tickets for the toughest show to book here. He's so in love with me!"

“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.”

“And you're not?” “What?” “You’re not a fan of romance?” “Oh,” I chuckle softly, a shiver running down my spine. “I do love romance. But if I'm to choose between watching one or a horror movie, I will pick horror.” “Obviously,” He says with a casual smile, his gaze drifting back to the TV.

I said one day, stepping into the kitchen with a travel magazine in hand, "Independence Day is our four-year anniversary. Let's go to Bodrein City to have some fun!" He was at the stove, cooking. Aside from being great at massages, his cooking had always been top-notch. That was one of the reasons I fell for him in the first place. He turned the heat down, grinned, and pinched my cheek. "Sure, honey. I've always wanted to travel with you." "It's a promise then." I leaned in on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on his cheek. Bodrein City had always been my dream getaway—a seaside haven with beautiful scenery and even a famous filming location.

"Leave it to me." Then, shaking his head, he sighed. "I just never thought it'd come to this. You two used to be inseparable." Tyler and I had met in college, graduated together, and gotten married. To everyone who knew us, we were the perfect couple. We had the kind of love people envied. I had watched him stumble his way up from a clueless, ambitious kid to a corporate executive. If Regina had never shown up, I would've thought Tyler and I would grow old together.

"MAYA, I'M SO SORRY. I REALLY AM. YOU KNOW THAT I REALLY LOVE YOU, I HAVE ALWAYS LOVED YOU. BREAKING UP WITH YOU BACK THEN WAS A MISTAKE, IT BROKE ME MORE THAN YOU COULD REALIZE. BUT I WAS THINKING OF YOU WHEN I MADE THAT CHOICE. I WANTED YOU TO HAVE A HAPPY LIFE AND DID NOT WANT YOU BURDENED BY MY ILLNESS. I HAD NO GUARANTEE THAT I WAS GOING TO SURVIVE I WOULD RATHER YOU BE UPSET WITH ME OVER A BREAKUP THAN SPEND YOUR LIFE MOURNING ME. I THOUGHT WHAT I DID WAS THE RIGHT CHOICE AT THE TIME AND I AM TRULY SORRY FOR THE HURT THAT I CAUSED YOU." HE STEPPED FORWARD, TOOK HER HAND IN HIS. HE LEANED DOWN AND KISSED HER HAND GENTLY. HE THEN TOOK HER FACE IN HIS HANDS AND PULLED HER IN FOR A KISS. H

One of them then placed a foot on Kevin's face. I looked down at him, my voice chilling. "Kevin, consider this your last warning." With that, I walked away, leaving his cries behind, leaving the past I'd once known buried in the dust. After Kevin was taken to the police station, I eventually heard the news—he had jumped to his death, unable to pay his debts. But that no longer mattered to me. At that moment, I was backstage, holding a bouquet of flowers, nervously waiting for my bride. Today was my wedding day. My bride had been introduced to me by my parents—a well-matched young woman, gentle, kind, and intelligent. She was someone I could partner with in business and life, someone who coul