I Choose You Novels & Stories

I went alone to my favorite singer’s concert. During the song selection segment, I was really excited and hoped that I would be lucky enough to be picked. But in the next second, I saw my husband, who was supposed to be on a business trip, appear on the screen. Next to him was Mia Louise, his first love. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past. I want to go back three years when I hadn’t broken up with Mia.” The entire stadium cheered and celebrated their love. I was the only one in tears. During the next song selection segment, I saw my teary face show up on the screen. “I’d like to pick Back To The Past as well. I want to return to the time when I never said yes to Samuel Gardner’s

My voice shook, but I kept going. “You don’t get to decide your worth by how much pain you can take for me. And I don’t get to live in a world where you disappear so things can be easier.” Tears blurred my vision. “I love you. Not because you protect me. Not because you’re brave or stupid or heroic. But because you’re you. And I choose that. Every time.” The timer hit 01:10. The voice spoke again. “You have not chosen.” “I did,” I said firmly. “I’m choosing him. Which means I’m not choosing either door.”

The one she never talked about. “I choose you,” she said simply. “Not because fate said so. Not because power demanded it. Because every time I tried to imagine a future without you… it felt smaller.” My throat tightened. “I choose you,” I said. “Even when you’re stubborn. Even when you scare the hell out of entire councils.” Finn cleared his throat loudly. “I choose you,” I continued, glaring at him, “because you never asked me to be less than I am. And you never let yourself be less either.”

"I choose you. I choose this. And I will spend the rest of my life fighting for you." Isabella closed her eyes, letting herself believe.

“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.

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”

I stood to leave. Alex shot to his feet and caught my hand. "Then what if it's not pretending?" "Grace, can I be your real boyfriend?" "I don't just like you — I love you." "I've been in love with you for a long time. You probably didn't even know I existed." "Back when you only had eyes for Darian, I told myself — if that's what makes you happy, I'd watch over you from a distance for the rest of my life." "But now the ceremony's been dissolved. I don't want to give you up to anyone else."

Brennan's Side I never liked the matching system. Cold numbers deciding who you would spend your life with. Callum felt the same, so we filed an appeal together. It did not matter. There was still the one-year trial period. I told myself I only had to get through it.

Only Joel and I knew whаt wе ѕhаrеd, whаt wе hаd bееn thrоugh tо асhіеvе thе lоvе most оthеrѕ dеѕреrаtеlу ѕеаrсhеd fоr all thеіr lіvеѕ. “Please choose me. I could make уоu ѕо hарру. I’m fаllіng fоr уоu, Iz, please gіvе me a chance.” Hіѕ words ѕеnt a ѕhіvеr through me. “I саn’t,” I fіnаllу сhоkеd out. “Cаn’t оr wоn’t?”

She realized midway that it was wrong to burden her child with such a hard choice. Dorian raised his head to look at Jean. He looked as if he knew what Jean was asking and had a resolute look on his face. "I choose you, Mom." Jean was touched by that. Perhaps Dorian was the only person in this world who would choose her so unwaveringly.