Pick Me Choose Me Love Me Novels & Stories

She spoke in an inexplicable tone, "I sometimes envy you. You seem to be in control of your own destiny, mated with someone you love. No one can force you to do anything." Hearing her words, I responded indifferently, "You will also meet the person you are destined to be with. It's nothing to envy." "Is it?" Mavis murmured softly, her eyes glancing in Eric's direction as he left. Her tone turned despondent. "But apparently, I don't have a choice." I suddenly realized something and looked at her calmly, seizing the moment to say, "That's not always true. It's just a matter of what you really want. Sometimes, all you need is a chance."

"You taught me that love doesn't require desperate circumstances to be real. That it can grow, slowly and genuinely, from honesty and patience and the simple choice to keep showing up for each other, even when things get complicated or frightening." Her voice grew stronger, more certain. "I promise you, today, freely and completely, that I choose this. I choose you not because of any contract, not because of desperation or fear, but because loving you has become the truest, most joyful choice I've ever made. I promise to keep fighting for us, exactly as we've fought for everything else that's mattered these past months. I promise to keep choosing honesty over comfort, courage over safety, an

She was not sure why she had chosen to call Mark, he was the only person she could think of for the moment. It was not a secret to her that Mark had feelings for her ever since she could remember. It was so evident in his eyes what he felt for her. 'Please just give me some time, Mark. When everything is over, I will dedicate my time to you, and I will give you all the love you deserve. I don't want you in my family's mess right now.' Chloe thought to herself, wiping the tears from her eyes. .

And that love, real love, is the choice you make every single day. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. Forever. THE END

But I'm not running anymore. You taught me that love isn't about being saved. It's about showing up. Every day. Even when it's hard. Even when you're scared. I used to think that love was something that happened to you. Something you fell into. But you showed me that love is a choice. A choice to stay. A choice to try. A choice to be vulnerable. I choose you, Nick. I choose you today. I choose you tomorrow. I choose you for the rest of my life.

"Love can't be pushed, Abigail." "But that's how our love worked —" "It's not pushed, Abigail. Our love for each other has never been pushed. It's our choice. I choose to be with you because I want to. I choose to be with you because I can see my future with you, I can see you with me in bed. I can see you making my day better, I can see you giving me children, I can see you marrying in altar, I can see you being my one and only, and so on. I wouldn't choose someone if I can't see everything, Abigail. Even if I like or love that person, if I can't see anything, then I wouldn't stay. I choose you because it is you. I choose you because you are my comfort and rest for everything."

“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.

Not “Mrs. Wolfe.” Ava Sinclair. She picked it up, heart quiet and loud at once. Sat. Unfolded it. Began to read. “No contracts. No promises. Just a choice.” “I choose you. I choose you without cameras. Without pressure. Without anything owed or expected in return.” “I choose you on the good days. On the days you forget why you started. On the days when silence is the only language you can speak.” “I won’t ask you for forever.” “I’ll ask you for tomorrow. And then, when tomorrow comes, I’ll ask again.”

His hand found mine in the darkness, fingers intertwining with practiced ease. "Then we choose each other. Every day, every moment. Not because of genetics or politics or destiny, but because we want to." "I choose you, Costa Blackthorne," I whispered. "Not the prince, not the symbol, but the man who caught me when I was falling." "And I choose you, Shantali Jackson," he replied. "The woman who taught me that love is the only rebellion that matters."

You walked out, remember, so you have no right to walk in here uninvited and ask me stupid questions,’ I said angrily. ‘I need the answers, Pixie,’ Midas said, making my teeth grit when he said the pet name he gave me. ‘You want to hear the truth then I will tell you. Since we were teenagers you walked into my life. There has been no choice Midas. The only choice I have always had is you. You, Midas are my choice to love. It has always been you. These past six months, I have measured every man against your standards. As difficult as it is to say this, I will, they failed. So yes, you are my choice you bastard,’ I was fuming. I had not finished it when I found myself wrapped in Midas' arms wi