I Can T Choose Novels & Stories

We spoke from where we stood. “I choose you,” Richard said. “No matter what changes, no matter what we become. I choose you. I choose the weight you carry, the scars you hide, the way you stand up even when it hurts. I choose the woman who walked through fire and never once let it claim her. I choose every version of you, even the ones you haven’t shown me yet. I will be the one who holds the line beside you, even when the whole world is watching. Especially then.”

"After everything, you are choosing to stay here, with him, in a house you were brought to against your will?" "I am choosing myself," I said. "That is the most accurate way I can put it. I am not choosing him, and I am not choosing you, and I am not choosing the arrangement or the contract or any of the things that other people built around me. I am choosing to stand inside this situation with my own understanding of it and my own plan for it, rather than trading one set of circumstances I did not choose for another set I have not examined." I paused, and then I added the part that I had not planned to say but that was true and therefore needed to be said.

Like I'm some monster you have to escape. "You're not a monster. You're just someone who can't see me as equal. Who can't give me what I need. Who can't change enough to make this work." I grip my bags tighter. "Please Adrian. Let me go. Let me choose this. Let me have at least this one decision. This one choice you don't override. This one thing that's completely mine."

“I want to live. And I want to choose that.” Karl’s jaw tightens, like he’s holding something back. “Ivy,” he says softly, “you don’t owe me anything.” “I know,” I say. “That’s why this matters.” I stand and take a step closer. Then another. The air between us feels charged, not with magic, but with something heavier. Something real. I look into those magical eyes of his that never fails to make me swoon. “I choose you,” I say. “I have no fear or doubt in my decision. I don't want to sever our bond anymore. We might have figured our fate earlier than our mates but I don't regret it. I choose us, I choose you Karl.”

“Even when it hurt.” “I need you to stay now,” he says. Need. That word lands heavy. Final. Something settles inside me then. Quiet. Certain. Like a door closing. “I can’t,” I say. His face breaks. Just enough to make my stomach flip. “You’re choosing this?” he asks. “I’m choosing myself,” I reply. My hands are shaking, but my voice isn’t. “You’re making a mistake,” he says. “Once you do this, there’s no undoing it.”

"I cannot do this." "Can't or won't?" "Does it matter?" "Yes." He crossed the room slowly. "Because can't means something is stopping you. Won't means you're choosing. And if you're choosing —" He stopped a few feet from me. "Then choose it out loud. Don't call it a mistake so you don't have to look at what you're actually doing." I looked at him. "You want me to admit it." "I want you to stop pretending you don't want this when you clearly do."

Sounds like a good deal, right? An extra million. It was tempting. I bit my lip. "I can't. There's no one at home to look after my baby." He hesitated for a second. However, before he could speak, Rachel tugged on his sleeve. "Harold, if she doesn't want to take care of me, then just let her go. I don't want to make things difficult for you." He gently held her hand to comfort her, but when he turned to me, his gaze was full of disdain.

And with my virgin hymen still intact ! Hell no ! So, here is life hack #102- on what NOT to do, which I stupidly, totally did. Sigh ! Fuck me. When you are caught in a precarious situation where you do not want to show how embarrassingly aroused you are just by scents and voices; caught watching your best friend and his mate doing deeds not meant for third party eyes and standing against a smoking hot figure in front of you, while he holds a gun against your chest, then you always choose the stupidest option to do, which is to-

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

"I get it, Shirley, you don't respect me, but I've got dreams too. "Yoel, better stick with the principessa's advice. I'm just a nobody with empty pockets, no help to your big plans..." She did not even finish before I felt a shove from behind.