Choosing Someone Better Novels & Stories

One even has in big letters: the children would be ugly. I roll my eyes so hard they hurt. I skim a few more pages of the same, and realize that there’s no way in hell I’d ever marry someone I didn’t love. He’s trying to find the best choice, on paper. Who will make their family look the best? And he yet picked ME?! I don’t buy it. He wants someone with a foul mouth, a quick fist and thunder thighs?!

ALESSANDRA KING...... "Look, you made a wrong decision, carried away by emotions. It's still not too late. You can make better choices. You deserve the best in the world and I'm not the best man for you." I stared at him in confusion. "I choose you. And I made this decision with the right conscience. I don't know if you are the right choice for me or not. But I still choose you. People do arrange marriage without knowing the person they are going to spend the rest of their lives with. I did the same." I said in a stern tone and he sighed.

Who stays? Damon. Stable. Safe. Logical. The smart choice. The one everyone expects. Kieran. Happy. Light. Joyful. The choice that makes life better. That makes me smile. Caius. Deep. Real. Honest. The choice that makes me grow. That challenges me. All valid. All right. All impossible to compare. "I can't choose," I say. Opening my eyes. "I've tried for weeks. Tried just now. I can't do it. Can't pick between them."

I cupped his face. “Listen to me,” I said, each word a promise. “You think ‘better’ means penthouse views and black credit cards? I’ve had ‘better.’ It was empty. ‘Better’ is watching you light up when you talk about those kids. ‘Better’ is building something with my own hands that actually helps people. ‘Better’ is you, next to me, fighting for what’s real.” I pressed my forehead to his. “I don’t want a life behind you, Aiden. I want a life with you. However messy it gets. That’s the only ‘better’ I’ll ever need.”

"Well, too bad you let it slip. I might be willing to help Jackson babysit, but I will never accept my fiancee having another man's child." When Madelyn saw my reddened eyes, she mocked, "You're the heir of Lowe Group. With all your money and pedigree, you can't even accept something this trivial? Compared to Jackson, you're pathetic. "He might come from an ordinary family, but he's more of a man than you'll ever be." I felt my nose sting when I heard that, the kind that came right before tears. "I'm done talking to you." Madelyn yanked me out of the driver's seat before wrapping her arms around me.

“You got one. Just not the one you hoped for. And right now, you are going to leave with your dignity, and we are going to pretend that this never happened.” “She is not better than me.” She snapped. “You can’t keep choosing her like she is the only thing that matters here!” “This isn’t about better.” “Then what is it about?” she demanded, stepping closer again. “What is it that she is offering that I have not given you? That the other girls have not given you? Why are you doing this to me? What mistake have I done to deserve you being this cruel?” “It’s about choice,” I said, and I meant it. “And it is not about you making a mistake, it is about me… I wanted to choose, and she was my choice

The reason why Sheryl wore that exquisite gown. “That’s right, my dear followers, this wedding is between me and Liam, my loving boyfriend. We will put an end to the little tricks we have played with Aurora and watch her run away with shame and heartbreak for us to enjoy before I become the next Mrs. Knightsbridge.” I watch as followers comment about how diabolical yet gorgeous she is. I watch as hate comment after hate comment pours in for me, stating I was a gold-digging whore who should have stepped aside long ago for Liam and Sheryl to be together. Chuckling, I bring my glass to my lips, only to notice it is now empty.

“If you ever had a choice, you never would have fallen in love with your girl in the first place.” Her words hit harder than I expected because she wasn’t wrong. Love had never been something you could simply pick from a list and decide on and if it had been, perhaps none of us would have ended up where we were. She had me there. “You will meet someone better, Isabella.” “But that doesn’t mean I’ll love him better. I’ve been with plenty of other guys....”

" To be honest, I wanted to know the same thing. Why had he suddenly changed his opinion of me? Evan frowned impatiently. "Shut up!" he yelled at Evelyn. He thought for a moment before explaining to me. "It wasn't that I didn't want to help that day. I was honestly powerless." "I'd already forgotten all about it, so don't bring it up again." My voice remained cold as I turned around to leave. "Wait." Evan caught my arm. "I misunderstood you before. But after seeing you risk your life for someone who wasn't even related to you, I realized I was wrong."

She stopped again, frustrated by her own vocabulary, the limitations of what she'd been taught to want. "Just what?" "Just another kind of performance. The long game. The investment that expects return." She looked at him, really looked, the way she'd learned to look at people, seeing the structure beneath the surface. "Chelsea said you're choosing me over history. Over the game. Is that true? Or is that just what choosing looks like when it's observed?" Grayson was quiet. The library surrounded them, the silence of other people's concentration, the space they'd claimed in the architecture of the school.