He Chose Me He Don't Want You Novels & Stories

Sandra's ex-boyfriend had cancer, yet he still found the energy to keep pestering her. So I anonymously sent him a sum of money to make him leave her alone. But when Sandra found what I'd done, she threw the bank card in my face and shouted, "Why would you humiliate a dying man with money? He's already pitiful enough!" I looked at her calmly. "You're my wife. You shouldn't be worrying about another man."

He looked up at me with guilt written all over his face. "Lisa… I was wrong. I shouldn't have let her manipulate me. I shouldn't have ignored your feelings over and over again. I even humiliated you right to your face because of that woman. I swear, Lisa, if you give me one more chance, I will never let you down again. I'll work hard, I'll build a better life for you…" He choked up, and his eyes were red with emotion. Then as if to prove his sincerity, he dropped to his knees with a loud thud.

"Why am I the only one not suited for you? Am I a lesser man than they are? "What's so bad about my looks? Or my figure? Or my family's wealth? Why won't you give me a shot?" "You are not a lesser man than either of them. I just don't think that we're a good match." "That's bullshit. I bet you just can't let go of that jerk, Warren. What's so good about him, anyway? What got you so hung up on him? "I can give you everything he can offer. If that's what it takes for you to become my girlfriend, I will take over my family's estate right now. I'll become the head of the family and marry you."

Seven years of devotion, and all I got in return was a single sentence at that family banquet, “You chose this. I didn’t force you.” He did not deserve my forgiveness. I would not forgive him on the old camphor tree’s behalf either. “People who bite the hand that feeds them deserve to suffer.” I left after that, and Charles disappeared from my life ever since. Two weeks later, I received a call from an unfamiliar number. It was Charles’s friend on the other end, and he sounded anxious. “Hello? Is this Hazel? Charles is drunk. Please pick him up. He won’t listen to us and keeps repeating your name. He says that he’ll wait for you.”

he murmured, “Like you’re nothing” I didn’t say anything…heck I didn’t know what to say, because I was nothing to everyone but him. He touched my cheek, his thumb running over a fresh scratch, I winced, and he growled low in his throat. “They’ll pay for this,” he said, more to himself than to me. I shook my head quickly, “Please don’t”. He looked at me then, really looked, and behind his eyes they looked cracked. “I’m choosing you,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper, “At the ceremony, I don’t care what the elders say, I don’t care what my father wants, I know what the goddess will choose, I know what I want”.

He couldn't deny the feelings that he fell in love with me gradually. But Elise, his first love, did he still love her? His head was a mess, "I feel so shitty without Alice," he mumbled. "You're just used to her," she said, "You'll forget her if we have the mating bond." She begged, "Let's start over." Elise was looking forward to Lucian's answer. However, he pushed her away and staggered out, asking his friends to drive him to his den. Elise watched him go, then threw a pillow at the floor, furious he hadn't answered.

"All those years we almost lost each other. Femi. Sophia. The distance. And now we're here. Still almost." He turned to face her. "Not anymore." Her heart skipped. "What?" "I don't want to anymore. I don't want to live in the space between almost losing and almost staying. I want to choose. Right now. Not tomorrow. Not when we're ready. Not when we've fixed everything. Now." She felt tears prick her eyes. "What are you saying?" He took her other hand. Turned his whole body toward her. "I'm saying I choose you. Not the idea of you. Not the memory of us. You. Right now. Even if we're broken. Even if we're scared. Even if we don't know how to fix this. I choose you. Today. Tomorrow. Every day."

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

As he spoke, he pushed Lena toward me and urged, "Go on, Lena. Call her Mom!" "She's not my mom!" Lena glared at me, then suddenly lunged forward to shove me with all her strength. Caught completely off guard, I fell to the ground. Maxwell rushed forward to help me up, but I shoved his hands away. I pushed myself up from the ground and looked at him, almost amused. "So what you're saying is that forcing me to abort my child was for my own good. And now, you want me to raise your illegitimate daughter and believe we can go back to living as a happy family.

he said, sitting beside her, close but not touching, the distance they'd established and hadn't bridged. "About what?" "About inheritance. About control. About the difference between my father's temper and my—" He stopped, found the word. "My choosing. My patience. My wanting you without guarantee." "And?" "And I think the framework is wrong." He picked up a stone, threw it into the pooling water, no skip possible, just the splash and sink. "Dante's outline says I chose you over history. Over the game. But that's not—" He turned to look at her, direct, unguarded. "That's not what happened. I didn't choose you because I was brave or different or escaping my inheritance. I chose you because yo