Choosing Someone Better Novel Novels & Stories

I started cursing myself for not being around him when he needed me the most. "I wanted a perfect life partner for myself. Your mom was perfect but she could never bear my perfection. So as Nova. Throughout my whole life, I learned a lesson. Two perfect people can never end up together, neither a perfect nor an imperfect person. Both need to be equally imperfect" Why does it feel so good now? While Hearing him like this my pain reduces a bit.

"Thank you, Ms. Bennett. I mean that sincerely." "Anyone would have done the same." "Anyone didn't," he said, and something in the flat certainty of it told her he'd noticed the frozen valet, the murmuring women in their expensive coats, all the people who had chosen distance over involvement. "I hope our paths cross again under better circumstances."

"You and I were connected together by a goddess. She laid out a path for us that it seems most others choose to take and thrive on. You and I didn't take that path. We've walked so far down another that the old path is gone, and it's too far away to ever get back to. That doesn't mean that we don't deserve happiness Ezra. It doesn't mean that there aren't other paths for us to walk down. Paths that we get to choose for ourselves as individuals. We can't be the only ones out there that haven't finalized the mate bond. Your uncle told me that many wolves choose their mates. If you ever want a mate Ezra, then you deserve one that you choose. One that makes you look at her the way Xander was loo

Violen POV Sometimes in life, one has to experience rock bottom to understand that life is not always beautiful. I've finished reading the novel Daren gave me about a woman who likes her best friend. I was relieved that the book ended happily, but I was disappointed that in the end, this woman did not unite with her best friend because she was with another man. And that man is not her best friend.

The passion that came through in every word. "Read it," I said after a few minutes. Riley turned the laptop toward us and read aloud: **They didn't have a conventional love story. They had something better. They had three people who'd each been broken in their own way, who'd found each other at exactly the right moment, who'd decided that the risk of losing each other was worth less than the certainty of having each other. So they made a choice. Not because society told them to. Not because it was the easy path. But because it was theirs.**

She was quiet for a moment. "I choose you," she said. "The man who could have been every terrible thing the architecture of your life was building toward and wasn't." Her voice stayed steady. "I choose the version of you that exists when nobody needs commanding. The one who sits on map room floors and reads books about dead people and feels their absence personally." She paused. "I choose all of it. Permanently. Without reservation." The clearing was completely still. The network blazed. --- Ava's pov

"Yes… Revenge… You did all this to take revenge on me. I kissed someone in front of you in college and today after giving me hope you did the same by proposing to Aaron.'' I snarled. She looked at me helplessly. "Stefan" "don't take my name with your filthy mouth," I shouted. Her expression turned into shock. "Tell me one thing… Why him? Why did you choose him over me?" "It's nothing like that, Stefan, as you're thinking… He is a nice person and" "Was he good in bed?" I interrupted her. She looked at me, widening her eyes.

** {Anika’s POV} I was confused about the choice I had to make— muddled by the options presented before me. The West and South were no-go-areas as both Divisions were creeping with Ferals— so I’ve heard. Hence, I had to choose between the North and the East to go find Ciril, whereby if I chose wrongly, I may never find her in time before the Reigns came crashing down. It had been a confusing choice to make but I had to make one. And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice.

"I am what I am, Papa. Tell Don Moretti I'm no longer his concern." I hung up. Damien came to me, draping his jacket over my shoulders. "Okay?" I leaned into him, looking at the tree in the yard. "Yeah. I'm okay." The daisies on the windowsill were long gone, replaced by fresh ones. Every week, he brought new flowers. I thought of the girl who used to follow her sister. The one who always picked up the scraps. She never imagined she'd end up here. Held. Seen. Chosen. Not leftovers. First.

Sarah said halfway through the meal. I blinked. "What?" "Whoever she is. The woman you're thinking about instead of talking to me." I should have lied. But I was tired of lying. "No," I admitted. "I'm not." She smiled sadly. "I appreciate the honesty. For what it's worth, she's an idiot if she didn't choose you." "She chose someone better." "Better for her, maybe. Not necessarily better." Sarah took a sip of wine. "But we don't get to choose who we love or who loves us back. We just get to choose how we handle it."