I Choose You Mga Nobela at Kwento

"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".

"Love can't be pushed, Abigail." "But that's how our love worked —" "It's not pushed, Abigail. Our love for each other has never been pushed. It's our choice. I choose to be with you because I want to. I choose to be with you because I can see my future with you, I can see you with me in bed. I can see you making my day better, I can see you giving me children, I can see you marrying in altar, I can see you being my one and only, and so on. I wouldn't choose someone if I can't see everything, Abigail. Even if I like or love that person, if I can't see anything, then I wouldn't stay. I choose you because it is you. I choose you b

“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.” The words don’t shake. They don’t rush. They land solid and true. Karl freezes. Actually freezes. For half a second, I worry I broke him. “Say that again,” he whispers. I smile, tears stinging my eyes. “I choose you. Not because I’m scared. Not because I need protection. Because I want you. Because when the world goes quiet, you’re who I look for.” His breath shudders out of him. He steps forward like he’s afraid I’ll disappear if he moves t

After saving money with Justin Pierre for five years, we finally went to view a house. My best friend, Maria Houston, came along too. "The master bedroom needs a walk-in closet. Can we knock down this wall?" she asked Justin while pointing at the floor plan I had been looking at for the past six months. "I'll get a designer to take a look tomorrow. You can change it however you want." The two of them discussed everything, from the direction the apartment faced to the tiles, from the floor-to-ceiling windows to the bathtub. Meanwhile, I stood in the corner, unable to get a word in. When it was time to sign the papers, he seemed to suddenly remember I was here and said, "We'll put this pla

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

“Let me be the mate you deserve. The warmth in my chest grew, spreading through my entire body, making me feel lighter. I hesitated, Then stopped. And everything snapped into place. The bond tightened, and the sparks flared to life like electricity. I swallowed. “I choose you Mason,” my voice cracked. “Fuck, I choose you.”

If I accepted that condition, it wouldn’t matter who I chose; I would lose something essential about myself. “Then I choose Kiara,” I said out loud. Irina froze. She turned around and rushed down the steps, walking toward me with her eyes wide open. “Is this a joke?” she shouted. I felt my pulse racing, my blood burning through my veins. But I didn’t back down. “No,” I shouted back. “This is what you wanted.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t hesitate. “I choose Kiara because I know she would never make me choose between one family and another. Because she would never back me into a corner just to prove how much I love her.”

I looked at them, each pleading with their eyes for me to choose them but I was confused myself, I shut my eyes for a moment, opened them, and stared at him. “You.” I pointed. “I choose you.”

I thought that I would marry either Antonio or Matteo and officially join their family. I only understood now that their feelings for me paled in comparison to their affections for Sophia. No matter how deep their love for me ran in our youth, it proved to be fleeting and ephemeral with the passing of time. There was no reason for me to cherish feelings that didn't exist. I looked at my reflection in the mirror. The diamonds sparkling on the dress looked identical to the wedding dress of my dreams when I was a child. I looked at Antonio and Matteo and said seriously, "I'm willing to marry him because he's the only one who didn't hesitate to choose me."

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 a