He Chose Novels & Stories

Jhonia sighs as she comes to realize that he is like that because he believes she went to Nearce. “Kyhe? Hey look at me! I chose you. There was never a choice to begin with but since you made one, I want you to know that I chose you.” Jhonia questioningly called him and told him to look at her, when he did, she told him he was her choice. She explained that there wasn’t any but since he created one, she wants him to know that he is the one she chose.

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

No, Ethan said. The man raised his eyebrow You sound very sure.“I am” the man studied him carefully then he said something unexpected “He chose you.” Ethan’s heart skipped the man smiled slightly “When he had the chance to walk away, he didn’t.” warmth filled Ethan’s chest kai chose him even after everything the man noticed Ethan’s reaction “That makes him useful,” the man said.

I swallowed. “I do not know how to switch it off,” I admitted. “I am not asking you to switch it off,” he said. “I am asking you to choose where you stand.” My heart beat a little faster. He moved closer again, his voice lowering. “Choose me, Nyla,” he said. Something inside me shifted. I looked at him for a long moment. Then I whispered. “I choose you.” His eyes darkened slightly, not with anger, but with something deeper. Something intense and controlled.

He had simply named the gown after her, making it a bold proclamation of his eternal love for her. The cameras were pointed at both their faces. He was tall, dark, and handsome, whilst she was beautiful and stunning. They also seemed intimately close to each other. Madeline Carlton's lips tugged upward slightly in a self-deprecating grin when she saw that. They were perfect for each other. But that only made Madeline's situation seem even more like a sick joke. Half an hour later, footsteps sounded at the door. Madeline remained seated on the couch and didn't get up to welcome the newcomer home. Instead, she just waited in the dark, watching as the bright overhead lights buzzed to life and p

he asked, voice low. "That I'm sorry. That I couldn't love him. That I." I hesitated. "That you what? "That I chose you," I said to him. His grip eased a little. He wouldn't look at me but I saw his Adam's apple bob. "Say it again." "I chose you," I said. At last, he looked at me, his eyes dark and drained. "For better or for worse?" "For better or for worse," I whispered. He exhaled a slow breath as if he'd been holding it all night. "Okay."

Yet there was something in the angle of his head that struck me: a faint acknowledgment, a claim quietly displayed. Cassandra led me forward, her hand warm at my back. “She understands,” she said to him. “We’ll see,” Corin replied. His voice was softer than before, but no less absolute. He dismissed the attendants, keeping only Liska and Jules as silent witnesses. The others withdrew, masks whispering past me, until the room belonged to us. “Do you know what it means to be Chosen?” he asked when the door sealed shut. “Yes.” My voice quivered. “It means I belong to you now.”

Daniel⁠ lo‍‌oked do‌wn. “He said if I found someone​ who made me want to bec​ome better,​ I should choose‌ her. H​e sai‌d‌ I shouldn’t⁠ choose b​ased on money o‍r powe​r or t​he‌ family name. H⁠e said I sh‌ould c⁠hoose t⁠h⁠e pers​on who makes me want to be a be⁠tt​er man.” ⁠⁠

It is. It is going to be something I have to keep choosing, he said. Not just doing. Actively choosing. Every time. I sat with my seven-year-old son in the small sitting room at the end of the healer practice on a November afternoon, and he had just told me something I had taken years to understand, and he had arrived at it himself at seven by looking at his own notebooks honestly. Yes, I said. That is exactly right. It is going to be something you keep choosing.

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h