Novel & Cerita Pick Me Choose Me Love Me

don said "I do I take you to be my BEST FRIEND, my faithful partner, and my one true love I promise to encourage you & inspire you and to love you truly through good times and bad. I will forever be there to laugh with you, to lift you up when you are down and to love you unconditionally through all of our adventures in life together. I Choose You To be no other than yourself Loving what I know of you And trusting who you will become I will respect and honor you Always and in all ways

Love Love ~.............................~

I groaned and tried getting up but his men held me down tightly and I couldn't move. " uh..uh..uh.." Mama gasped, blood gushed out of her mouth, and blood spilled and circulated throughout her body on the ground. I pushed them away and went towards mama, I took her head into my hand, she was still gasping, she took her bloodied hand and touched my face, " I.....l.love....you" then her hand gradually fell to the ground. My eyes were heavy and I felt a boiling pain in my heart, just one blink a river of emotion poured out like acid burning in my heart, I hysterically wailed...

She kind of felt like Emily was not going to keep quiet. “If you talk about him, I will continue chatting on my F******k app. May be I will also find someone who is evil but loves me the same way he does to you. Oh Emily I don’t like him but for the sake of our friendship I will listen to you. Now tell me what is burning you inside.” “He loves me and he shows it each and every day. With him I feel complete and nothing matters in the world whenever he is close to me. He fulfills me and satisfies my greatest desires”

“Baby, I really can’t do without you. I know I am a mess. And this time, I have decided to really change. Just give me another chance.” “I have also made my decision. As much as I love you, the relationship is not working. It’s too much. I am done” With that, I left the room. I could feel him standing in the middle of the room, his hand hanging on both sides. He looked defeated, but I didn’t care at that moment. He had taken me through hell over and over. It was time I took the hard decision. I opened the main door leaving the dejected love of my life standing watching me go. Sometimes I wished he would have done something more. He would have tried hard to stop me from leaving. But sometimes

I’d used my birthright, the White Wolf’s gift in my veins, to sustain him. Every night, I’d paid the price. The pain of sharing my essence felt like my bones were being ground to dust. I’d endured, believing it was for my fated mate. What a joke. His “love” had just been a game. A challenge. A way to conquer something rare. I wiped the dark blood from my lips. The pain in my chest had nothing to do with the curse. I pushed the feeling down and left, thinking the nightmare was finally over. But when I reached the small den I’d made for us on the edge of Pack lands, I stopped cold.

“But I have a new home now, people who truly care about me. I won’t stay here anymore. I can die again if I have to. This life was never really mine to begin with!” Julian’s grip loosened. The obsession in his eyes slowly collapsed into despair. “I’ll let you go… I’ll let you go…” He released me, then picked up the fallen fruit knife. He drove it into his own chest without hesitation. He collapsed to the ground, still looking at me with lingering, reluctant affection. “Maya… I’ll repay you with my life… please… Don't hate me…” I turned away. Tears were still streaming down my face, but my resolve remained unwavering.

"Just hold me. Until you can't anymore." *I'll hold you forever. In whatever form I can.* We stood there. Under alien stars. Holding each other. Him made of light and borrowed energy. Me solid and tired and grateful. "I love you," I whispered. "Three years. And I'd choose you again. Every time. In every form." *I'd choose you too. Across every reality. Every impossibility.* "Even this version? Where you're distributed and everything's hard?" *Especially this version. Because this proves love isn't about easy. It's about choosing. And we keep choosing. Every day.*

"Waiting for the right thing is not the same as settling for less. I waited for you Daniel. Eight months of coffee and late nights and the particular silence of two people who were not yet saying the thing they were both already thinking." Something moved in my chest. "I waited," she said. "And I would wait again. For as long as it took. Because you were worth every Sunday morning and every professionally appropriate distance and every almost moment at every window we ever stood near." She looked at me with those eyes. "I choose you," she said. "The serious version of you and the version that cooks badly and the version that goes quiet when something is heavy and the version that is learning