He Chose Me He Don't Want You Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

It was a message. He will never choose you.

"I don't want to hear your story." "You don't have a choice."

“Tell me what you want and I’ll—” “I want you to choose me!” The words exploded out of him. “Not as a strategy, not as a backup plan, not as something you fit into your grand design when it’s convenient. I want you to choose me the way I chose you—completely, recklessly, knowing it could cost me everything and doing it anyway.” Silence filled the room.

The quiet pain of the question made me raise my eyes to his in an instant. “No,” I said without even having to think. I looked up to meet his eyes. “It's the last thing I want.” “I don’t want it to, either,” he assured me. “I don’t want to lose you, that’s for sure.” For a moment I marveled at that. At the way he’d said, ‘don’t want to lose you.’ The words were like the first crack of sun through heavy clouds. Jacob had done it again. “I don’t want to lose you either,” I said, hope that didn't feel foolish building in my chest for the first time.

"But I'm not the obvious choice. I know that. Damon is the King. Stable. Strong. The logical choice. Caius is intense and loyal and would worship you. I'm just... me. The charming third son who doesn't take anything seriously." "That's not true." "Isn't it? That's who I've always been. The backup. The afterthought. The one nobody expects anything from." His voice cracks slightly. "But with you, I want to be more. I want to be the one you choose. The one you need. The one you can't live without." "You are those things." "Then choose me." He cups my face. "When the time comes. When you have to decide. Choose me. Choose joy. Choose life. Choose us."

. How spoiled of you to think you can speak for her. She has a right to choose her own suitor. You don't get to make that decision for her just because you like her." Beau said, "You don't even know who she's with so I would watch my mouth and stop making assumptions about her." Fress smiled, saying, "It's too bad she doesn't know how you feel and I think you should stop trying to influence her decisions and let her make a choice on her own. Let her decide if she wants you or me or are you too scared to let her think for herself because you know she wouldn't want you if she had a choice." Beau faced Fress saying, "How I feel about her is none of your concern. I know her and I know she isn't

he had promised. I had been moved and left the temple to be with him. Was he just trying to get me to leave the temple all these while? Did he want to manipulate me to stay with him? Was the love I gave a tool to chain me? I steadied by breath. "Alright. Cancel the Marking," I sand and walked out without hesitation. .as a left, I missed the confusion that flickered in Lucas's eyes. I spent that night packing up.The flight I booked was leaving tomorrow and I was healed enough.

My eyes were drawn to it, riveted, until I realized what he was saying. “You’re too good for me, Kylie.” I started to shake my head in disagreement, but he continued on, ignoring me. “Devin is a good man, and you deserve to be with someone like him. I’m sorry that I’ve made such a mess of things. I want to say that I will back off and pretend to hope that the two of you are able to work things out, but I don’t think I have the strength to give you up. It’s just too hard, and I’m evidently not that big of a man. I’ll try to give you some space while you work through this, but please don’t take too long.” His next words were so quiet that I wasn’t sure if he actually uttered them or if my imag

“I didn’t want any of this.” Want has nothing to do with it. The cracks stretched further, circling me now but they didn’t touch me. Not once. Like they couldn’t. Or wouldn’t. You were chosen. My stomach dropped. “Chosen by who?” Silence. Then. By me. The words hit harder than anything else. I staggered back, my heel catching on a root as my pulse spiked again. “No.” Yes. “No!” I shouted this time, louder, desperate. “I didn’t ask for this! I’m now whatever you think I am, I’m not”