I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

We lay there for a while, tangled in each other, letting silence say what didn’t need words. “Promise me something,” I whispered. “Anything.” "Don’t shut me out. Not when things get hard. Not when the past comes knocking. I can handle anything… except not knowing where I stand with you.” He kissed the top of my head — slow and grounding. “You’ll always know where you stand with me,” he said. “I can’t promise I won’t screw up. But I’ll choose you. Over and over. Especially when it’s hard.” Tears stung my eyes. “I’ve never had that,” I whispered. “Someone choosing me. Not really.”

But after marrying Tyler, this was what I got? I lifted my gaze, straight to the hidden camera tucked away in the corner of the room. "Tyler, don't regret this."

I left because I was disappointed in you. "You claimed to love me, yet time and time again, you asked me to sacrifice. You pushed me aside to gain favor with Adele's family. "You stood by while your mother humiliated me, just to keep her happy. You denied my existence—and our pup's—just to protect your image. "Tell me, Kaine, if you truly loved me, would you have let me suffer so much? You once said I was the most important person in your life. But your actions told me, loud and clear, that the one you loved most was yourself."

“They’d be proud of you.” “I hope so.” He presses his lips on mine, while I received it with immense happiness. The kiss is not rushed, not desperate. Just deep and certain and full of everything we survived to reach. His hand rests at my waist, steady, grounding. When we pull back, my heart feels full in a way I didn’t know was possible. “I choose you,” I tell him softly. “Every version of you. Every future.” His voice is rough when he answers. “I choose you too. Even when you’re stubborn. Especially then.”

"No. I don't want to marry you! I don't love you anymore, Christopher. I want to go home and back to Declan…" I broke into tears and struggled, trying to shake him off. Fury burned in Christopher's eyes when he heard my words. "This is your home. You don't need to go anywhere. Who do you plan to marry if it's not me?" Dianne smirked. "Chris, since she already knows everything, why wait? Let's do it tonight." After a moment of silence, he nodded. "You're right. No need to drag this on." Then, he rose from the wheelchair. He covered my mouth and threw me over his shoulder.

She was glad that she had not let her prejudice against him prevent her from seeing just how good he was. Joylin looked at Jackson with her teary eyes. “thirty years ago, I stood in front of our family, friends, and colleagues and said three words that are more powerful than ‘I love you’, those words were, ‘I choose you.’ To me choosing you is more than loving you. I chose you to be my husband because I believed in your character and I knew that no man would ever love me as you do. And today, I stand in front of you to remind you that each and every day, I will always choose you above everyone else. I choose to share happiness with you, I choose to take care o

I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

I understood their concerns even though it was for their own selfish interests, if anything were to happen to their money making machine (AKA me) they will be affected I sighed In exhaustion "fine, i will find a girl of my choice, you must not chose for me and I'll make arrangements for you to meet her once its time" I liked another girl but i knew i could never have her, so I might as well try to date someone else my mother giggled at that statement "son you are really funny, we have chosen a girl for you and she is pretty, smart and quite feisty, you would love her" my heart literally stopped at that moment "what do you mean, does the girl even want this relationship" "well she doesn't kno

I wrap my arms around her waist as I feel our hearts beating in unison. “I choose you. I will always choose you,” I tell her as she kisses me. “I love you,” I tell her, but she stays silent as she pulls me into a deeper kiss. I can’t believe I finally followed my heart and I am going to find my happiness without someone recording every second.

“I’m tired of waiting for you to leave her. Stop making promises you don’t keep and actually make a decision. Choose me. Or let me go.” Marcus looked at me for a long moment, then closed the distance anyway. He pulled me into his arms despite my weak attempt to push him away. His body was warm, solid, and so painfully familiar. One hand cradled the back of my head, the other rested on my lower back, holding me close. “Shh, don’t say that,” he whispered against my hair. “I choose you. I’ve always chosen you. You know that.”