I Can T Choose Novels & Stories

I gestured toward Kevin and added, "Are you trying to find a new father for your kid?" Giselle was stunned into silence, unable to respond, but Kevin couldn't take it anymore. Furious, he stormed over, grabbing Giselle's arm. His teeth were clenched as he spat out, "Are you trying to make a fool of me right in front of my face? You want to seduce him just because he has a little money?" Giselle tried to pull away, but she couldn't break free. She turned to me with helpless eyes, her voice full of desperation. "Honey, help me out. I'm being forced into this. Look at him; I really have no choice."

"Sweetheart, as someone who’s been through this, I know what it’s like to truly love someone. If Sean really loved you, he wouldn’t have let you wait this long. Leaving him is the right choice. I’ve always been keeping an eye out for you, and I started planning your wedding early on. My daughter’s wedding must be perfect." So, it turned out Sean never loved me—it was that obvious to everyone else. I was the only one foolishly clinging to the flawed dream he had woven, unwilling to wake up. "Thanks, Mom. Keep the wedding simple. You can decide the man for me. I’m fine with anyone." "The heir of the Quinn family is exceptional. Let’s go with him. The wedding will be in five days. You just need

you're commodity additional| I held my hand out in front of me, “ take my hand, ” I rumored. He gently placed his hand in mine, and I soughed as the tingles erupted through my arm. My body buzzed with pleasure; this is a feeling I ca n’t deny. “ I lost myself in my head, and I let the negative studies take over, ” I rumored, “ I ’m sorry for everything I said. ” I soughed. “ But. I do want you, Leon. ” I breathed, “ further than anything, ” I puled. He gripped my hand and dragged me towards him. “ I ’m in love with you, Clara. It may be too soon, but fuck, you ’ve consumed me. ” He soughed. I slammed my lips against his and groaned as he fisted his hand through my ha

I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

I wanted to take him across that threshold into a world of privilege, prestige, and endless possibilities. I never imagined it would end with my entire family destroyed. So, I chose to stay out of his way.

Frowning, I said in a calm tone, "It's just trash at this point. Why shouldn't I throw it away?" Iris' chest heaved, her eyes filled with hurt and fury. She lifted a foot and stomped on the protective amulet, grinding it under her heel. Then, she sneered and said mockingly, "Adrian, you're so spoiled that you're basically heartless now! What an ingrate! No wonder Sophie would choose Will over you. You—"

"Then what do you want? You want me to stay faithful to you? You want me to spend every second revolving around you like some obedient pet?" At last, she pushed the man away. He let out an unhappy sound, but one look from her was enough to make him retreat beneath the covers. "Julian, I've told you before." She rose to her feet and walked toward me without a shred of embarrassment, her presence as overwhelming as ever. "I love you more than anyone else. But loving only you would be boring. It's like steak. I love steak, but I can't eat steak every single day." She reached for my face. I turned my head slightly and avoided her touch.

" I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur. Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call. "Hello—" But the moment the line connected and before the person on the other end could finish speaking, she abruptly hung up and flung the phone aside. "No. Sebastian, I can agree to anything else, but not this! If he goes to prison, his life will be over." I already knew what she'd choose. Smiling, I walked over slowly and bent down to pick up the phone. "Do you see it now? You're torn between two people. Beatrice, that isn't real love. If you've chosen him, don't come back. It'l

Tomorrow, I may be forced to choose him over the world. I don’t know which choice will damn me faster. Outside, voices rise. Not chanting. Arguing. Choosing. And somewhere, the enemy smiles. Because the open break is always the easiest place to push.

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