Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

"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

"From hunting to love, from survival to actually living. I choose you, Damian Cole, not because fate demands it or because supernatural forces brought us together, but because you saw me when I couldn't see myself." "I choose you, Aria," Damian replied, his dark eyes holding mine with intensity that needed no enhanced perception to feel. "Not as hunter or protector, but as the man who loves the woman you've become. I choose you, Always." The kiss that sealed our marriage was witnessed by people who understood exactly what those choices meant. Found family who'd fought alongside us, who knew that genuine commitment wasn't about easy promises but difficult choices made consistently.

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”

The line that stays with me long after the page is turned. You once asked me what love felt like, once sweetly forced me to watch romantic movies to get my spark again.... And I guess this is my own romance movie. I love you Aria and to me loving you is choosing you, every day, even when it’s hard, especially when it’s hard. It’s knowing that no matter where life takes us, no matter how rough the journey becomes, my heart will always recognize yours. Whatever my soul is made of, every scar, every hope, every broken piece and every quiet dream, it has learned the shape of yours...and it fits perfectly.”

when I woke up it was 12 so immediately if I opened my cellphone if kiro had a text Kiro kiro: good morning kiro: are you awake? kiro: I'm fixing it about our wedding kiro: I'll take care of everything, just rest :) kiro: are you still asleep? joy: sorry kiro I fell asleep again. kiro: I will arrange our wedding where do you want the venue? joy: can we go to the beach while the sun goes down so we can see the sunset after all we both want to watch the sunset. kiro: ok, the reception at the beach is also over so I can see the starry night.

"I don't want you to forget. I want you to choose me anyway, with the whole truth intact." "Then hear this clearly, because I mean every word of it." I held his gaze, steady despite the courtyard full of witnesses, despite the crystal lights hanging still and golden above the same stones where I'd once collapsed in humiliation. "I choose you, Ronan. Not because the Moon Goddess decided our wolves belonged together before either of us had a say in it. Not because a bond hums in my chest every time you're near enough to feel it. I choose you because I want you: the man you've built yourself into, the effort you've shown me every single day for a year, the accountability you've carried instead

*** 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.”

His gaze locked onto mine, a mirror of affection reflecting back at me, even more profound than before. Amidst my reverie, Michael's voice emerged, punctuating the moment with a beat of anticipation in my chest. "You stumbled into love by chance, yet today you stand here by choice. This is your mutual selection. You've opted to be with someone whose presence ignites your joy and laughter. Someone who elevates you and molds you into a better version of yourself. The promises you're about to make are sacred, enduring until your last breath."

She had no choice but to keep dealing with them. I felt nothing. I turned around and walked away. … Six months later, Charis and I got married. She was gentle by nature and treated me well. She was the right person for me for me. More importantly, she loved me wholeheartedly and never made me question where her heart belonged. On our wedding day, I caught a fleeting glimpse of Valerie. But the sunlight was so bright that I couldn't make out what she looked like. Then again, whether it was her or not no longer mattered. I'd already found the person I truly wanted to spend the rest of my life with. The rest of my life would be bright and happy. And there would be no place for her in it.