His Choice To Love, His Kin To Kill นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He said, "You should've taken the first chance to do it." My eyebrows furrowed, "Even though I hate this fact but, but this is your child and you are asking me to kill him?" He nodded his head, "Yeah, you should." "Why?" I just don't understand him. "Just answer this," He leaned forward, "Will you ever love him more than Lilly?" He asked but he didn't leave me space to answer, he shook his head, "You wouldn't. Lilly came out of love, he...he came out of...you know what, he came out of me. You're not going to love him in the same way, you'll hurt him so spare him the pain and just kill him now."

The smell of cold air followed him, tinged faintly with the oil from his weapons and the smoke of the torches outside. “You think I enjoy this?” he asked, voice low. “You forced my hand.” “By existing?” I said. “By loving someone you hate?” His jaw tightened. “I’m the leader of the Hunters. I can’t overlook what their kind did to your mother. I can’t turn my back on that—not after all the lives lost because of them.” I laughed once—harsh and hollow. “So you’d choose everyone else over your own blood?” His eyes—my mother’s eyes—met mine, and for a moment I thought I saw hesitation. Then his voice dropped, cold and final.

I made them feel the impossible choice I had to make—to let the love of my life die alone in the dark, or condemn our daughter to die with him. I held up our joined hands, mine and Elisse’s. “I made my choice. I left him there. For her. And I would make it again, a thousand times over.” My gaze swept across the stunned, silent hall, landing finally on Commander Valerius. “Do not go to war for a broken treaty or a strategic advantage. If you ride to battle, ride for this.” I squeezed Elisse’s hand. “Ride so that no mother ever has to make that choice again. Ride for the future this child represents—a future where bloodlines don’t dictate destiny, and where a father’s love is stronger than a d

“You have two choices, baby girl. You can let what happened destroy you, or you can take it and allow it to make you a stronger person.” “Destroy me?” I whispered. “Let it haunt you until you’re only a shell of a person.” Reaching up, I cupped his cheek and silently studied him for a few seconds. “Did it haunt you when you challenged your father and killed him?” Keiran’s eyes hardened. “No, but I was haunted by how much I enjoyed killing him.” There was only truth in his eyes. “He deserved it.” “He did.” I swallowed. “I’m n-not sure how to feel about what happened,” I admitted. “My wolf…I killed someone－”

Kevin’s childish voice was desperate. Even if Kaida goes bankrupt, I’d choose him a million times over your father, you know why? Because he’s angry, broken and complicated. Yet, loving, loyal and patient. “Why did you kill him? You should be in jail, Mummy. You’re——” “Enough!” I snapped, making Kevin flinch. “I love your Dad, that's why I chose him.”

“I just found out what I am—what we are—a month ago. Everything I thought I knew was a lie. All I want is for us to be together.” For one brief, foolish moment, I hope. Then he turns fully toward me, dressed now, every inch of him rigid with barely contained fury. “Hard pass.” His voice is cold, merciless. “And you should know the only reason you’re not dead right now is because I want the pleasure of killing you in front of Kieran. Your pathetic mate.” My breath catches. “Isn’t it ironic?” he continues, smiling without warmth. “Me killing my real family with my chosen family, right in front of her chosen family.”

the man infront of her standing calmly she ordered him to satisfy her, with disgust he satisfied her, he fixed the drink and gave to her, she drank the drink but started feeling something choking her neck she said "pass the water" the man replied "no never, if I let you live now, no one can be happy, you deserves to be dead, I agreed to kill my self respect but you killed my daughter and wife while thinking I can't know about this, but I know it, that's when I decided to kill you, because your son is not like you he is pure finally he got someone who loves and adores him, if you be alive you'll spoil many lives"

"You are me. Every kill you’ve ever made. Every sin you’ve buried. We’re the same." I blocked the blade with mine, the clang of metal sharp and deafening. "No. I made a choice. I chose to feel something. To protect. To love. That’s the difference." He kicked me hard in the chest. I stumbled back. "Love? That weakness is what will get you killed. What makes her vulnerable. You think Monroe didn’t plan for that? You’ve been walking through a script since the day you woke up." "Then let’s end it," I growled.

He doesn't know that he is holding a ghost. Tears prick my eyes. I love him. I realize it now, with a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest. I love him. I love Spadino’s madness. I love Aureliano’s cold fire. But I love the spark inside me more. I have to choose. The lover or the mother. I choose the mother. I carefully, slowly, lift Ciro’s arm. He grunts. He shifts. I freeze. He settles. He doesn't wake. The exhaustion is too deep.

"Sign these. Accept partnership. Become part of dynasty. Part of something greater than survival. Greater than love. Greater than humanity itself." I looked at gun. At Hope. At Marcus. At impossible choice. Kill daughter to save her soul. Or damn her soul to save her life. "How do I know this is real? How do I know you are not lying? Again? Like everything else?" "You do not. That is beauty of it. Truth and lies are same now. Reality and fiction merged. Does not matter what is real. Only matters what you choose. What you do. Who you become." Marcus checked his watch. "Thirty seconds. Then I choose for you. And my choice is—Hope learns to kill you. Right now. Right here. First test of loyalty