I Choose To Love You Novels & Stories

“I chose you, Ian. I choose you. I’m not just yours. You’re mine.” I scream my pleasure as he explodes inside me with a snarled curse, his twitching member filling my greedy cavern with his thick juices, coating my insides with hot seed. My walls convulse around him, draining his cock gluttonously and I shudder, my climax overwhelming all my senses as it spirals outward, consuming me. “IchooseyouIanIchooseyouIloveyouIloveyouyouloveyou.” The words roll out of me in a barely coherent slur.

"I believe that God created you for me to love. He picked you out from all the rest cause He knew I'd love you the best!" "I choose you. And I'll choose you over and over and over. Without pause, without a doubt, in a heartbeat, I'll keep choosing you".

Everyone talked freely, and the mood was lively. As I looked around at the smiling faces, I felt a sense of relief and freedom I'd never known before. For the first time since I was ten, I laughed without any defenses. Even in those years I was in love with Morgan, I'd never been this joyful. Back then, I was always anxious. I was convinced his love was too surreal to be true. Now, I'd finally found myself. I'd finally understood that love had to be self-sustaining. I couldn't keep begging for it from others.

The vows are the ones we wrote together at the kitchen table on a Sunday morning with coffee and the Eiffel Tower in the window, simple and specific and entirely ours, and when it is my turn, I look at Vincent and say them without looking down at the paper because I know them by heart because I wrote them from the heart and there is no distance between those two things. "I choose you," I say. "Not from proximity and not from need and not because I don't know any other way. I choose you because I know exactly what I'm choosing and I want it completely. I choose the man who tells me ugly true things and waits when I need waiting and moves fast when moving matters. I choose the room we built to

I, I love you like a (love song baby) love song, baby I, I love you (I love you, I love you) like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat (like a love song) No one compares You stand alone, to every record I own Music to my heart that's what you are A song that goes on and on I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby And I keep hitting re-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat-peat I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I, I love you like a love song, baby I love you like a love song....❤ ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

𝗜 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" 𝗍𝗈 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾. 𝖨𝗌n't me being with you proof enough that I love you? 𝖳his pup, in m𝖾, isn't this a symbol of our love? Our creation? 𝖬e choosing you, 𝗐asn't that enough?" 𝗜 𝗯𝗶𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝗽 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗲𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝘆 �

“Every step I take could send me falling, every choice could destroy what little peace I have left. How do I choose? How do I decide which of you… which of these loves… deserves my heart?” Darren’s eyes glistened with unshed tears. “You don’t have to decide right this second. You never did. The fact that you’re here, willing to face this, willing to even consider, that’s enough for now. I’ll wait. Every day, every hour, every moment. I’ll be here, patient, because I love you.”

"We just need each other." They stood beneath the oak tree, the sun rising behind them, and spoke the words they had been meaning to say all along. "I choose you," Nathaniel began. "Not because it's easy. Not because we're perfect. I choose you because you make me want to be better. Because you see me—the real me—and you stay anyway." Victoria's throat tightened. "I choose you too. Not because I need you. Because I want you. Because my life is brighter with you in it. Because you taught me that love isn't about never getting hurt. It's about getting hurt and choosing each other anyway."

, he never thought like that, he took a long sigh and slipped his hand on her waist and pulled her to him, then he looked into her eyes and told with sincere voice "I know that you hate me and I will never force you to change that option but I want to make up for all of my mistakes and show you, how much I love you and how sincere I am, I just want you to understand me, I just want you to know what I think, I just want you to give me a chance, you know that I was not like this before but I am now, I just wanted to prove how much I love you and endure for you, I never slept on the floor before, or I never even slept on any where other then a comfortable bed but I did that because I wanted to

"But why? He didn't do anything to you!" "That little bastard, I had him killed for daring to toy with what is mine." He stood up looking at his wristwatch. "I told you to leave all your lovers behind but you didn't listen." "I don't love you, you don't need me. I'm not your status nor age nor to your appeal. You could have any woman you like but you still chose to take me. Why?" She asked him with all the zeal in her heart. She had never felt this angry in her life. She felt valiant and her fear seemed to fade with her wrathful words.