His Choice To Love, His Kin To Kill Mga Nobela at Kwento

He doesn't finish. But I understand. He's talking about murder. About killing his own father. About crossing the line we've danced around for twenty nights. "If you do this," I say slowly, "there's no coming back. You'll be a murderer. You'll—" "I'll be a father protecting his daughter. I'll be a partner protecting his family. I'll be—" He meets my eyes in the mirror. "I'll be someone who chose love over law. Who chose survival over morality. Who chose—" His voice breaks. "Who chose you."

Love, he realized, was not survival. It was choice. And he would choose her—even if it ended him

“Then I’ll give you pain. That’s what you've made me feel ever.” His father’s voice softened, dangerously so. “If you do this, you’ll suffer to be loved more than I ever did. When love finally comes, it will be impossible.” Kain raised the gun. “I don’t care. I’ll kill her.” “The difference,” his father said calmly, “is that my forbidden love bore fruit. Your mother’s didn’t. She chose an infertile man.” Kain’s eyes burned. “Then I’ll kill that fruit,” he said. “And nothing will stop me.”

"Listen here, you little piece of shit. I love you. I love you with every fucking thing and I am fucking willing to love you through all of this. I recognize the damage that we caused you, and I still think you are the bravest man out there to love me, look out for me, and help me. I know you. I know the man you are. You are doing this because you have to. Not because you want to. You will never lose control, and I... I will never have to do this with the intention to kill." He raised his right brow, and in a flash, he grabbed his gun, then pointed it straight at me. I stood my ground despite how scary it was. The dark emotionlessness in his eyes, the confident way he was holding the gun, th

she spits, her voice shaking, but her hands are tight around her fork like she’ll stab me with it if I try. “I’m not pitying you,” I growl, sharper than I mean to. My fingers curl into fists on the table. “I’m trying to get my head around it. You loved him, and you killed him. That’s not pity, that’s... fuck, that’s something I can’t even put into words.” Her jaw tightens. “I didn’t have a choice.” I lean forward, my voice low. “There’s always a choice.”

“Love does not kill like this.” James said nothing. “That is not what love is.” The voice got quieter, not louder, which somehow made it land harder. “Love is what those two alphas has for me. That is love — something that sees you and chooses you and doesn’t need you to be the only one of your kind to feel safe. That is love. What you feel—” a pause, and I felt this moment through the bones of my dreaming self, felt the weight of it settling into something permanent, “—is obsession. That’s what this is. Obsession. And obsession dressed in the right words still kills people.”

"But you're paralyzed by them. Remember Jude? You couldn't decide whether to save him or protect Hope. So you tried both. Nearly got everyone killed." "I saved both." "Did you? Jude's dead. Malcolm's dead. Your pack house is destroyed. You think those aren't consequences of your indecision?" "What's your point?" "My point is coming. Very soon. A choice so impossible even you can't find a third option. A choice between Hope and something else you love. And when that moment comes, when you're forced to choose, I'll be watching. Waiting. Ready to take advantage of whatever you decide." "I'll choose Hope. Every time. Without hesitation."

the Ghost smiled, "you choose a death that has already happened. I am the only version of him that the West will allow to Exist." I looked at my mate, his hand slipping from mine as the 138th layer began to delete his very presence. I realized then that the final choice wasn't about the world. It was about whether I was willing to kill the man I loved to save the ghost of who he used to be.

Bang! So She's The Thing He Kills For? But Don't forget my dear readers, 'Each man kills the thing He Loves.'

my voice cracking from my cries. “Aurora… do you prefer vengeance over love? Every time it’s gonna be me and your revenge, you’re gonna chose revenge, right?” I went quiet for a while; I didn’t want to hurt him. “Do you want to kill him? Do you want to kill my father because I killed yours?” I gulped a huge lump down my throat, I didn’t know what to say. Am I actually choosing revenge over him? “Let’s be honest… have you ever even loved me?” he moved back broking apart our hug.