I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

I will have you … I always get what I want.

" He looked at Vanessa with open approval, barely bothering to hide it. Clearly, he had heard the rumors too. Clearly, he understood why Ethan had chosen our company. Before I even left the office, I knew my team's proposal would probably be treated as a formality. Against Vanessa, I was most likely just the runner-up arranged to make the competition look fair. Outside the office, Vanessa stopped in front of me. We stood face to face. I met her gaze. She smiled. It was smug, bright, and completely certain. "Sophie, may the best team win." But her face said she already knew who would win. Between the two of us, Ethan would always choose her. I watched her walk away, then turned in the opposit

Emma finally dropped the innocent act. "Everything I did was for you! Deep down, you belong with me. Why would you choose to marry Sophie?" she snapped, her voice shrill with desperation. "I just wanted you to face your true feelings and avoid a lifetime of regret!" Matthew's face turned scarlet with rage. "Where on earth did you get that delusional idea? The only woman I ever wanted to spend my life with is Sophie. She's the love of my life."

And if I had to, I would choose you. So stay, please always stay. You're the one that I hold onto 'Cause my heart would stop without you. I never wanna lose you. And if I had to, I would choose you. So stay, please always stay. You're the one that I hold onto 'Cause my heart would stop without you

“Why did you choose me?” Ryan lifted his face from her chest and looked into her eyes. “I will always choose you.” His fingers digging into her flesh, his heavy breaths fanning over her boobs. A strange sensation fluttered through her. Her pulse quickened. “I will always choose you.” His words rang in her mind. Maybe in office, but in real life maybe never. She knew he would never choose her in real life. But she didn’t want to ruin the moment, so she didn’t want to think of this anymore.

YOU ARE MINE, AND I AM YOURS, FOREVER. I’VE SENT YOU FLOWERS AND THAT NECKLACE NOT AS APOLOGIES, BUT AS A PROMISE. A PROMISE THAT I WILL FIGHT FOR US, NO MATTER THE COST. I WILL ALWAYS CHOOSE YOU, AND I WILL ALWAYS COME BACK TO YOU. PLEASE DON’T DOUBT MY LOVE FOR YOU; IT’S CONSTANT AND UNWAVERING, EVEN WHEN THE WORLD TRIES TO PULL US APART. I’M HERE, AND I WILL ALWAYS BE HERE. LET’S NOT END THIS. YOU ARE MY LIFE, SHIMMA.

The one she never talked about. “I choose you,” she said simply. “Not because fate said so. Not because power demanded it. Because every time I tried to imagine a future without you… it felt smaller.” My throat tightened. “I choose you,” I said. “Even when you’re stubborn. Even when you scare the hell out of entire councils.” Finn cleared his throat loudly. “I choose you,” I continued, glaring at him, “because you never asked me to be less than I am. And you never let yourself be less either.”

"Completely. Not because the bond demands it. Because I choose it. Because I choose you. Because you are the only one I have ever chosen. Because you are the only one who has ever seen me. Because you are the only one who has ever loved me." "I am yours," I said. "Completely. Not because the bond demands it. Because I choose you. Because I have always chosen you. From the moment I walked into the foyer, I chose you. From the moment you carried me out of the forest, I chose you. From the moment you kissed me in the armory, I chose you."

He reaches out, wiping them away with his thumb. “But we didn’t just survive. We chose each other. Every day, even when it was hard. Even when it hurts. Even when it would have been easier to walk away.” He folds up the paper, setting it aside. “So I’m not promising you a perfect marriage. I’m not promising that we won’t have hard days or difficult moments. But I am promising that I will choose you. Every single day for the rest of my life. In good times and bad, in sickness and health, in joy and in sorrow. I will choose you, Maya. Always.”

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—"