I Chose Novels & Stories

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

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

The kind that has no dignity and doesn’t ask for any. The kind that means something got in. Something got all the way in. And now it was gone. And the worst part — the part that hurt underneath all the other parts — was that I had let it. I had stood at the door and argued with myself and then opened it anyway. With full knowledge. With both eyes open. You chose, I had said to him. Then choose, he had said back. I had chosen. And this was what choosing looked like in my life.

Without Alex, I wouldn't have even seen their bodies. Not this time. I would never let that happen again. "Mom, Dad — I want to dissolve the marking ceremony with Darian." "When his parents return tomorrow, I need you there as witnesses." They pressed for details, but I offered none. From their eyes, I could tell they thought my decision was sudden and reckless. But how could they know the depths of despair I had endured, the price I had paid, before I finally gave up on Darian? My parents had always spoiled me.

​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ I picked the restaurant myself. That part was important. It meant something, even if I wasn’t ready to say what. It meant I was making a choice with my eyes open, not being swept along by his orbit or his reservations or that easy way he had of making things feel inevitable. I was choosing. Actively. With full awareness. I told myself this several times while getting ready. The restaurant I chose was small and Italian and on a street that most people walked past without noticing. I told him the name. He texted back: good choice. Then, after a second: not one of mine, for the record.

I nodded. "No need to explain." But he simply took it as a remark made in anger, for I had said "no need" many times before—no need to celebrate my birthday, no need to pick me up from work, no need to argue with his mother for my sake… Every time, he believed me. Because every time, I really would swallow all my emotions on my own. This time was no different. I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked toward the door.

Howard was so shocked to see Selena at his office, "fuck" he growled as he kicked his chair. He had been with her long enough to know just what she must have thought of the situation. He hoped she wasn't the one who had been chosen to be his secretary. That would put him in an even more difficult situation he called Mr. John and just as he had thought. Selene had been selected. "Did she turn down the offer? "he asked in hopes that she had refused to work there after seeing him, not in a million years did he ever think this was going to happen, What was she even doing in California I ln the first place?

“Harold Walker… saw me. Not as a prize, not as a prophecy, not as a burden or a boy in need of saving. He saw me. From the first moment, he trusted me when others doubted. He gave me responsibility when I had nothing but faith in myself. And when the world put me on trial—when I was tested before billionaires in Milan—it was Harold’s belief in me that gave me strength. I have loved him hesitantly, but undeniably. And when he finally spoke his heart, I knew mine had already answered. Harold is not only my choice—he is my home.” The studio seemed to sigh as one. The interviewer leaned back, smiling. “So it is Harold Walker, then. Officially?” Henry nodded. “Yes. I have chosen Harold Walker. No

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

"What kind of valedictorian acts like this? Does Blackridge seriously want someone that petty?" "What a waste." "The system's totally broken if someone like her got the top spot." The insults kept coming. I just shook my head, took my Blackridge University admission letter, swallowed every vicious word thrown at me, and walked out without saying a thing. I had already learned my lesson. In my last life, I learned the hard way that meddling in someone else's fate had cost my entire family their lives. ... As I passed a karaoke bar downtown that evening, I heard laughter spilling out from one of the private rooms.