I Will Always Choose You Novels & Stories

“I love you, Adrian. With everything I am.” Our friends and family looked on with tearful smiles as we slipped the new rings onto each other’s fingers. The world seemed to fade away until it was just us, standing beneath the stars, our hands clasped tightly together. “Say it,” Noah whispered, his forehead resting against mine. “Say the words you said that first night.” I drew in a deep breath, my heart swelling with every beat. “I choose you. Over and over, in every lifetime, in every world, I will always choose you.”

“Choose me. Let's protect you, love you and stand up for you. I will always be with you. And I'll defy every order just to be with you.” My heart burst into pieces.

My boyfriend, Emmett Carr, and I lived less than five miles apart in the same city. However, we never met more than twice a month. Whenever I asked when he was free, he always said he was busy with a recent work project. That continued until I accidentally discovered his travel records. He had purchased flight tickets for 48 out of the 52 weekends of the past year. He was flying to the country where his childhood friend, Cherry Lewis. was studying abroad. He would leave on Saturday morning and return late Sunday night, rain or shine. He flew there like clockwork, even more disciplined than when he was going to the office. The most recent date we went on was yesterday, at a cafe below h

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—"

Antonio interrupted and I chuckle. Maybe I should give her a little surprise, I thought inwardly. I walk towards her and took her hand. "You're my always, you're my forever, you're my reality, you're my sunshine, you're my best times, you're my anomaly-" I sang the song of Ryan Darling 'I choose you' and I heard some cheering voices from our guest while Micaela blushes.

They drew back, exhaling loud, and harboured. "I choose you. I will always choose you!" Ophelia let out a breath. He looked her in the eyes with stars in them. "I'll pick you and have you. You are mine, have always been mine, and will always be mine. I will never abandon you, even if it means taming the beast within you!"

Because beneath all the mockery, beneath the cocky shield — his words lingered. “She’ll never choose you.” I clenched my fists, whispering to myself as if saying it out loud would make it true. “She doesn’t have to choose me. I’ll choose her. Every damn time.” And that was enough to keep me moving.

" He mouthed, I stopped. My lips couldn't help but strect into a smile. "I, Quiva, give my life to you, and all that life entails. I promise to be honest with you even when it is not easy. You are the love I don't wanna lose. You are the man I want to keep forever. You are not only my flavor of the month, but will forever be my favourite flavor. Your love has taught me to find what I've been searching for so long. You are the right one, among the wrong one's. So I choose you, for you chose me too.

“I chose you, Ian. I choose you. I’m not just yours. You’re mine.” I scream my pleasure as he explodes inside me with a snarled curse, his twitching member filling my greedy cavern with his thick juices, coating my insides with hot seed. My walls convulse around him, draining his cock gluttonously and I shudder, my climax overwhelming all my senses as it spirals outward, consuming me. “IchooseyouIanIchooseyouIloveyouIloveyouyouloveyou.” The words roll out of me in a barely coherent slur.