Novelas y relatos de I Chose

"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".

Chosen. And I no longer needed the sky to confirm it.

To choose. The clock is ticking.

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 don't want to choose. Dear goddess, help me….

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

Frowning, I said in a calm tone, "It's just trash at this point. Why shouldn't I throw it away?" Iris' chest heaved, her eyes filled with hurt and fury. She lifted a foot and stomped on the protective amulet, grinding it under her heel. Then, she sneered and said mockingly, "Adrian, you're so spoiled that you're basically heartless now! What an ingrate! No wonder Sophie would choose Will over you. You—"

"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.