He Chose Her I Lost Everything Novels & Stories

They all came to a conclusion that maybe it is because she seemed very innocent, that older men would always prefer younger women. After leaving the voicemail, she got up from her bed. She slid the door which handle was made of golden metal, walked out into the balcony and spread her arms in front of her, touched the metal railing which was made of wood, and the balcony wall made of glass. She closed her eyes and breathed, then put her right hand on her chest. She opened her eyes, and whispered, "I am going after you, Jonathan Albertson. No matter what." She went back in the room, slid the door closed behind her and dialed a number. "Hi," she said cheerfully. "Yes, please, a ticket to Los An

Because I already know. “I choose you.” Silence. For a split second— everything stops. The core hesitates. The system falters. Even she— freezes. “…what?” she whispers. “I choose you.” The world slams back into motion. Violent. Unforgiving. “You can’t—!” she chokes. “I already did.” “You’ll disappear—!” “Then I disappear.” “No—!” Her grip tightens. Desperate. Terrified. “You don’t get to do this!” she screams.

"Please... Yuna... just let’s make the best of the time we have. I’m ready to lose it all. The company, the reputation, the house... I’m ready to lose everything for your sake." "You're ready to lose everything for my sake?" I repeated. He nodded, a desperate, frantic movement. I looked at him and suddenly, a thought clicked in my head. A thought so dark and so perfect it made my heart stop for a beat. Then he leaned closely and kissed me, "I will choose you." He said and I didn't stop him, I stood up from my seat and went over to his side. "I will choose you," he rasped against my mouth. "Over everything. Over everyone."

“I only wanted him… only wanted us…” Her tears soaked through her nightdress. In her mind, the images of Adrian’s face flickered, his anger, his distance, his silence. She had lost him. Truly, irrevocably lost him. And now, without the child, without school, without a future to cling to, she was nothing but fragments of a woman undone by recklessness and jealousy. The walls seemed to close in on her as she whispered again, louder this time, almost screaming. “I lost everything! Everything!”

Above packs, friendships, vendettas, and everything else. And I didn’t regret it. I would choose her a thousand times, start a thousand wars for her, face the world, defy the goddess, fate itself, if necessary. I would choose the bites, the claw marks, and the bruises. I would choose the heat of her body and the restrained wildness behind those purple eyes every single time. Even if she were my ruin. Even if she were serious and, one day, I truly died by her hands. I had everything to lose… and even so, I would choose to lose everything for her.

Chose her? Her hands curled into fists as anger replaced the anguish in her heart. It wasn’t fair. It had never been fair. "Then I’ll make him choose me," she muttered, her voice trembling but filled with dark determination. Her father’s eyes snapped to her. "Ellie, don’t do anything foolish again." She turned to him, her red-rimmed eyes filled with pure devastation. "I lost everything, Father. What do I have left to lose?" The car fell into silence, only broken by her soft, heartbreaking sobs as it drove away.

I frowned, caught off guard by her question. She smirked at my hesitation. "Pain? Torture? Losing everything you love?" Her gaze flicked briefly toward Theo, who was still across the room, unaware of our conversation. "That man—your man—he knows how to make people beg for death. But me?" She tapped a manicured nail against her collarbone. "I’ve already lost everything worth losing. There’s nothing left for him to take." I studied her carefully, her words settling like a heavy weight in my chest. "What did you lose?" I asked quietly.

“So I’m supposed to just sit here and watch you play savior to a woman who doesn’t deserve it?” “No,” I said furiously, pulling her closer. “You’re supposed to trust me enough to know I’ll never choose her over you.” The silence stretched. Her breath trembled against my skin. “You already chose her once,” she whispered. The words gutted me. I cupped her face, pushing her to look at me. “And I lost everything because of it. I will notcannotlose you again.” Her tears slipped free, hot against my fingers. “Then prove it. Stop letting her shake you. Stop letting her stand between us. Prove I’m not the only one fighting for us.”

A pause. “And it doesn’t.” “No.” Silence. — Because now— Nothing was at risk. Everything had already been lost. — “That’s what made it intense,” she said quietly. “The possibility of losing something.” Mateo stood. Walked toward her. Stopped close. — “You didn’t lose everything.” Ariana turned to face him. “No?” “No.” A pause. “You still chose this.” Silence. — Because that— That was the one thing that remained unchanged. — “I chose it when it felt like something,” she said.

But when her eyes find mine in the crowd, her message is crystal clear. This is what you threw away. This is who I was always meant to be. Kael whimpers in my mind. "We lost everything," he says. "Yeah," I whisper, still watching her celebrate. "We did."