I Choose You Novels & Stories

♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close Not even a little bit Not even at all ♡♡♡♡ ◇Viranica◇ I didn't fall in love with you.. I walked into love with you♡♡ With my eyes wide open Choosing to take Every step along the way I do believe in fate and destiny But I also believe We are only fated to do the things together... That we'd choose anyway ... And I'd choose you In a hundred worlds In any version of reality

“Elena—” “Not because I’m trapped. Not because I have nowhere else to go.” I closed the distance between us. “Because I choose you. I choose this. Whatever this is.” Something broke in his face—relief, desperation, love. He took three long strides to close the space between us. His hands cupped my face. “Say it again.” “I choose you.” “Again.” “I choose you, Adrian Blackwood.”

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.”

"Not for the hall. For me. Just for this room." I looked at him for a moment and then I said it the way it needed to be said for just the two of us, in the voice that was not the ceremony voice but the one I used for the things that were true in the way that only the private versions of things were true. "I choose you," I said. "Thorian. You specifically. The Alpha and the man underneath the Alpha and every version in between and the ones I have not met yet. I choose all of it."

And here it was, at the bottom of the world, held up by the one person who had bled to keep it mine. So I chose. "Yes," I said. "And not because fate says so, not because the law says so, not because a war is coming or a crown is heavy or a child sparked a mark before I was ready. Yes because I looked at every road there was, and every man who wanted me, and every claim ever laid on me, and I want you. Freely. Knowing the cost. Choosing it anyway." My voice broke on the last of it. "I choose you, Hunter Grear. Stand up. Stand beside me."