Choose Your Romance Novels & Stories

"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.

What’s your biggest weakness? A) Carrying too much on your shoulders. B) Sometimes getting lost in games of persuasion. C) Letting jealousy get the better of you. D) Hesitating before acting, but only because you plan to win. 5. How do you approach romance? A) Deep, committed, but cautious. B) Flirtatious and playful — love is a game. C) Strategic, protective and intense, sometimes a little possessive. D) Careful and selective, with passion hidden beneath calm.

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

she asked hesitantly. "Because I love you," Chris said, still smiling. "I love you, and of course, I love our child too. However, he's still in your belly, and I don’t have a strong bond with him yet. When it comes to choosing, people naturally pick what they like more, and I'm just a regular guy with my own preferences. I will definitely choose what I like more." Paige wondered, did that mean Chris loved her more than the child?

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

He said it as if it was the easiest thing he's ever asked. Most females would want romance, and petals and dinner, in a place that was both beautiful and somewhere they share memories. But I'm glad he didn't do any of that for me, he knows I'm not the type of woman for all that crap. Angel is everything, he's everyone's type I guess, but he chose me. And he's choosing me again. "Marry you?" I repeat quietly, my voice almost mute it was that soft. I almost choked the words out once I found my voice.

“It’s not a choice in that I feel like I don’t have a choice, if that makes sense… with you, it’s not an emotion that I can retract. I can’t help it. Falling in love with you was effortless--maybe too easy. Like one day it wasn’t there and the next day it was, as natural as anything else in the world.I still felt like me. Nothing had changed about who I was or how I thought, just how I felt about you. And part of me believes that with you, it’s like for the first time in my life, there’s a permanence to it. An inability to be without that feeling, to not wake up and feel it in every bone of my body, consumed with the reality that is you and how wonderful you are. Because with you, it’s only