Pick Me Choose Me Love Me นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I looked at them, three men who had each, in their own way, taught me what love could feel like. Zane, the fire that burned too bright. Liam, the storm that moved softly but could still shatter worlds. Kai, the calm heartbeat that anchored me when I was drowning. My lips parted, my voice trembling as I spoke. “If I had to choose…” I began slowly, the words barely escaping my chest, “…I’d choose *you,* Kai.” Zane’s head jerked up, disbelief flashing across his face. Liam went utterly still, his jaw tightening. Kai froze too, as though he hadn’t dared hope he’d ever hear those words aloud.

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.

The little girl asked. I took in a deep breath and explained, “Sometimes, we tend to do stupid things in love. I don't want you to do that! Always choose yourself first and never settle for less just because you love them. Sicne the choice was between love and money, I chose money. If the choice was between love and something else, I would always choose later because trust me, love is not going to do you anything good.” “You don't mean it.” Draven muttered and I berated back, “Yes, I do! It's useless.”

"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

‎In the love. ‎Chosen. ‎Always.

This should prove who I choose. My mate.