He Chose Novels & Stories

"Don't worry. You'll get exactly what you want." After saying that, I didn't explain any further. Vivian didn't understand the deeper meaning behind my words, so I continued, "Okay. I promise. I won't leave." Vivian immediately looked relieved. She picked up a gift box from nearby and took out a custom-tailored designer suit. "There's a party tonight. You need to come with me. Get dressed up, and I'll come get you later."

Before I could even say no, he walked straight into his study and shut the door behind him. I glanced at the flight confirmation on my phone. Departure time: tomorrow. I was a freelance designer; I could live anywhere. The only reason I stayed in New York was Louis, and now, that reason was gone. Walking past the study door, I heard Monica’s sickly-sweet voice. "Louis, are you really sure you want to go to the World Cup with me? Is Skyler going to be mad at me? If she’s upset, I can just watch it by myself..."

After saving money with Justin Pierre for five years, we finally went to view a house. My best friend, Maria Houston, came along too. "The master bedroom needs a walk-in closet. Can we knock down this wall?" she asked Justin while pointing at the floor plan I had been looking at for the past six months. "I'll get a designer to take a look tomorrow. You can change it however you want." The two of them discussed everything, from the direction the apartment faced to the tiles, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bathtub. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner, unable to get a word in. When it was time to sign the papers, he seemed to suddenly remember I was here and said, "We'll put this pla

I'll give you the most lasting love in this world. He went down on one knee on the cold pavement and, in the dark, kissed the back of my hand lightly. His vows were sincere, and they came close to softening me. But the past was already closed. "Riccardo. It's too late." I looked at the man kneeling on the ground, my face calm. "I loved you, and that's why I chose to believe you again and again. And you? "I gave you more chances than I could count, and you never once treated a single one of them properly."

Charis had grown into a poised, confident woman. "I've heard all about what happened with your company. I'm fine partnering with you. If you're willing, I can invest whenever you're ready." She gave me a playful wink. It took me a moment to find my voice. "Thank you." Things between us were going well. After we ate, we went for a walk. "I've waited for you all these years. I refused to settle for anyone else and turned down several people I was set up with." Charis gave me a slightly haughty look. "Just remember, you have to give me a chance this time."

⸻ And then— ⸻ “I choose.” Everything went still. ⸻ Because now— the system wasn’t asking anymore. ⸻ It had decided. ⸻ But no one knew— ⸻ who. ⸻ Or what. ⸻ It chose.

"Nathan, I've known you for years. I must have been blind not to see through you sooner. To think I actually chose to marry someone like you." My eyes had gone bloodshot with pain. Diana did not notice… or she noticed and decided I was performing. Outside the glass panel of the door, Vincent's face reflected back with a satisfied smirk. He chose his moment, stepped inside, and locked the door behind him. "Diana, don't be too hard on him. I'm sure Nathan had his reasons." "His reasons? What reasons? Vincent, don't defend him. If you hadn't figured out what he was doing, he would have had me completely fooled."

If I can stay by her side, even as some secret lover, it'd still be better than marrying a nobody office worker like Phoebe. With that thought, his confidence instantly swelled. "Ms. Grey…" A flirtatious smile curled on his lips as he strode toward her, every step calculated to look charming and seductive. "What a lucky coincidence that we're celebrating our weddings in the same hotel today. I wonder if I'd have the honor of adding you on WhatsApp? That way, I could get to know Mr. Grey better in the future too." By the time he finished speaking, Julian had already moved right beside Evelyne. His deep, deliberate voice made several women nearby blush.

I receive a message that a hotel booking has been made on the day that I achieve the Global Racing Grand Slam. I rush to the five-star hotel with a team of reporters and catch my wife, Rebecca Samson, and my apprentice, Hayden Erikson, red-handed in bed together. Rebecca looks panicked when I hysterically demand answers from her, but a few moments later, she steps forward and shields Hayden behind her. "I was the one who couldn't control my desires. This has nothing to do with Hayden." After Hayden broke my legs due to constant criticism from people online, I gave Rebecca two options: either she sent him to prison, or I would file for divorce. Rebecca's eyes are bloodshot as she gazes at

“You don’t owe me anything. You don’t have to forgive me today. I won’t force you into anything.” Ethan was silent for a while. “Then what do you want?” Cole looked at him. The bond pulled taut in his chest, urging him closer. He kept himself still. “To get to know you, because, I want to." The honesty caught Ethan off guard. He had expected another confusing explanation, instead, Cole was offering him a choice and looking like it cost him something to do it. “You’re still an arrogant jerk,” he said. Cole’s mouth twitched. “I’ve been told.”