Pick Me Choose Me Love Me Novels & Stories

It’s like he is calling me and punishing me for forgetting him. "No... I didn't. You are the only one I love." I mutter in my blank state, "Zach. I want Zach." I repeated them again, and I didn’t even notice as Clive had already approached me, and before I could escape, he had already carried me. I struggle in his hold, and yet he is just tightening his hold on me. "Let go! Let go of me!" I screamed and pushed him and even kicked my legs, but to no avail.

The world spun, and it wasn't the carnival lights. It was her. It was losing her. "Why—why can't you choose me, Melisa?" My voice cracked as I fell to my knees in front of her. "Why can't you love me? Please, just choose me. I'll be better. I swear I'll be good. I'll do anything." I wrapped my arms around her waist, clinging to her like a child desperate for comfort. I didn’t care about pride. I didn’t care how pathetic I

He said. "You mean—" She wanted to know his thoughts. "No." He said. "But what?" She asked. Confused by how he told her. "I am not going to keep you also. And so, my third choice is... Love me without choice!" He said. "......" What does it mean? Love what? Love like? Choice? What! Follow what's next. [ To be continued... ]

"Did you invest in Meridian Design just to embarrass me and back her up? "You're disgusting. Both of you. Absolutely disgusting." Ethan's brows tightened. His gaze turned stern. "I didn't know what happened between you and her. I never wanted to embarrass you." I laughed softly. "Everyone at Meridian Design knows she's your first love. Everyone says you invested here for her. You knew I didn't get along with her, but you still chose her proposal." Ethan's eyes reddened. His voice went hoarse as he raised it. "Sophie.

“I’ve been waiting for this to happen, grandma, for him to come back with us. I chose him, and I love him so, so much.” Grandma scratched the top of her head as tears pooled in my eyes. “You can choose someone and still love someone else. Love is complicated. We don’t get to choose who we love sometimes. It just happens and I think you need to ask yourself if you chose Jeonghan because you love him or---“

Phoebe mumbled ruefully. Sunny fell still for a few seconds, then she put her hands on Phoebe’s shoulders and looked straight into her eyes. “Then why the hell are you doing this to him? To yourself?” she demanded. “He doesn’t need me! Lorenzo doesn’t want me, Sunny! Not the same way I need and want him,” Phoebe said and turned her back because she didn’t want her friend to see her tears. “I’m tired to be his second choice… I’m tired to taste his anger every time I mention his precious Mia. If the man I love doesn’t trust me, that there’s no future for us.”

I wanted to go save her but Cedric made me choose, and I can't possibly choose her over thousands of lives in exchange. 'I love you The words she said made me falter. We loved each other from the start, yet we were never given a chance to get to show it, all because of my mistakes. In life it is inevitable to sometimes choose the wrong decisions, we somehow get blinded by the things that we want and how we want things to be, rather than doing what's right and worthy.

Although there were many questions in his heart, Tran Nhat did not ask anything, only one night and two obeyed him. Soon after, Nhat My brought the file into the room opposite Minh Thanh. With his hand, he flipped through the files one by one, not even showing an expression on his face, and calmly asked: "Have you targeted anyone yet?" Nhat My directly replied: "This girl answered very well, but just now, the Marketing Manager told me that she liked this guy more. I think his professional knowledge is also good, but compared to this girl, I am doesn't feel like it."

“I love you. I just want you to know that. I love you so, so much.” I grinned and leaned over to kiss him. “I love you, too.” “I know that I've been a little nervous with the baby coming,” he admitted. “But, it's just that I love you. That you chose me.” I grinned at him. “I choose you,” I said. “Every day, I choose you.”

“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.”