I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

His hands brushing her hair gently. "I know that I can't take away the pain in your heart but I'll be here for you. You can always count on me for anything that you want to do. If you don't want me to do anything, I could just stand by your side and give my support. You can always rely on me and don't carry the burden by yourself," he said softly while stroking her hair.

"Let's do it." "Very well. Before we step into this, let me ask you one thing; Do you trust me?" he asked, looking into my eyes. It was a ridiculous question to ask. If he was given a choice between me and the world, he would choose me without hesitation. "More than myself," is all I said to express the trust I have in him. He is always careful not to hurt or harm me in any way but I know he would never, even unknowingly hurt or harm me. He may even choose to hurt himself but would not let even a bit of malice my way. That's how much I trust him, and that's how much he loves me.

When we stood facing each other, hands joined, the world seemed to narrow into a single point of focus—his eyes, steady and certain. Roman spoke first. His voice was low. “You are the life I didn’t know I would be brave enough to choose,” he said. “But now that I have, there is nothing I want more fiercely than forever with you. I promise to protect you. To stand beside you. To love you in every version of yourself—strong, fragile, joyful, afraid. Every single day.” Emotion blurred my vision. “I choose you,” I whispered when it was my turn. “In every lifetime, in every storm, in every quiet moment. You are my home. I'll always choose you. It'll always be us. Forever.”

And whatever I choose— there’s no going back.

He snapped, his voice twisted with obsession. "I can! I can give her the best life–one hundred times better than anything you could offer!" My fingers tightened around the bottle in my hand, knuckles turning white. My voice was icy, sharp with finality. "And your ‘best life' is built on lies and betrayal? Tracy isn't a bargaining chip in your power games. I won't let her relive my past." The roar of the rain could not drown the tremor at the end of my words, but it could not hide the sudden, bloodshot red that flooded Charles's eyes.

“No matter what fate says, I chose you.” I wanted to believe that. I really did.

"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."

"I choose you, Cassian Nyx. Not because fate decreed it. Not because a bond formed. Because you're kind and fierce and complicated and perfect. Because you make me want to be better. Because loving you is the easiest thing I've ever done." Tears streamed down his face. "I promise to choose you. Every day. Every timeline. Every version of reality. You're mine, I'm yours, and nothing will ever change that." Cassian was crying too, not bothering to hide it. "My turn?" His voice was rough with emotion. Adrian nodded.

"I don't care! I always get what I want and when I say I want you, it means you have no choice but to be mine! ***

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