He Chose Novels & Stories

I looked at them, each pleading with their eyes for me to choose them but I was confused myself, I shut my eyes for a moment, opened them, and stared at him. “You.” I pointed. “I choose you.”

"Yes." "I want you to know," he said, and there was the quality in his voice that I had come to recognize as the quality he had when he was saying something he had been thinking for a long time and had found the right moment for, "that choosing you is the most accurate decision I have ever made. Not the easiest. The most accurate. The one that turned out to be exactly what it was and nothing else." I looked at him. At the man who had said no in Moonstone Hall and had been, since then, choosing yes in every other form available.

"He was silent for only a moment about this blood bond… then he agreed." She left without another word. But it felt too easy. Too strange. I remembered Caspian waking at this same time in my past life, but we never had much contact. I chose him because he had spoken up for me once. If I had to choose an ally for this political marriage, I'd rather have someone who showed me a sliver of kindness than Damon, who would always hate me. I'd even planned my next move if he refused. But now… He agreed. I had to prepare. I would give him the best gift I could.

All Kara did was roll her eyes and say he was not worthy of being engaged to me. Not long after, I saw a post online asking the question, "What if the only thing she left for you was a human being?" Kara had refused to let Evan pay his respects to me in the past ten years, and she made sure of that by guarding my cemetery plot on my death anniversary for the entire day. Evan was forced to stand at the gates of the cemetery. This went on for ten full years. However, Kara finally relented in the tenth year. "Go on."

Five years into our marriage, my mafia Don husband finally offered to throw me the wedding ceremony we never had. Before I could even feel a ounce of joy, our four-year-old son, Leo, was already glued to his father, Sean, eagerly discussing every detail of the wedding. "Daddy, I want to be the ring bearer! And we have to let Aunt Celine wear the prettiest dress to be the maid of honor!" "The wedding dessert has to be Aunt Celine's favorite cherry pie." My husband agreed to every single request. Then, he picked up his phone and called the "Aunt Celine" our son spoke of—his childhood sweetheart. He carefully asked about her other preferences. They looked like the real family of three, finalizi

Eight months pregnant and gripped by severe contractions, I begged my husband to take me to the hospital. Instead, Emery Copeland told me to tough it out and hold the baby in, all because his widowed sister-in-law had gone into labor on the same day. Desperate to make sure my child wasn't born first and claim the Copeland family's legacy, Emery locked me inside a commercial walk-in freezer set below zero without a second thought. "The heir to the family has to be Mavis's baby," he declared coldly. "She has nothing left, while you already have all my love. It's only fair that my family's fortune goes to her child. The freezing temperature will slow your labor. You'll give birth when it's y

I don’t hold back. I surrender. And in that moment, I know I’ve chosen. I’ve chosen him, just as much as he’s chosen me.

Almost. "Where would you like to sit?" he asked, his gaze fixed on me. I hesitated, then pointed towards my usual spot: a battered table in the back corner, a haven for the outcasts and the forgotten. It was a place where no one expected anything, where I could fade into the background and lick my wounds in peace. "That's not a place for you to seat," he said, his smile faltering slightly. "That's a place for losers."

"Check each stall!" Their chaotic footsteps echoed around me. I clung tightly to the flimsy door handle. Suddenly, someone stopped right in front of my stall. The door jerked open with a force that nearly pulled me out with it. I quickly steadied myself and saw a boy with red-dyed hair in a tracksuit standing there. He looked surprised to see me, then glanced down at the baby in my arms. His brows furrowed. "Get in," he whispered. Then he stepped inside, shut the door behind him, and shouted out, "Hey bro, you got any toilet paper?"

I'd never seen him lose his composure like this, and I froze for a moment. There was confusion and agony in his eyes, but he spoke through all of that. "My head's a mess right now. I think I've made a lot of mistakes, but I'll find out the truth. Just wait for me. I will not sign the papers, I swear. Just wait for me. When I find out the truth, I'll come back for you. For Tabitha." Then, he stumbled off before I could say anything. I scoffed quietly. Unbelievable. He was so sure that Tabitha and I would still accept him even after everything we'd gone through.