Pick Me Choose Me Love Me Novels & Stories

This one you will definitely like it” “Okay” he had no option but to agree That evening as they sat on the table eating their favourite meal, Richard knew in his heart that if he would have been given another chance to choose he would have still chosen her. As he stared deeply in to her brown eyes, he couldn’t help but melt in her love, it was strange but he was caught up and there was nothing left for him to do. “There has been something I have been meaning to tell you for a while now but I didn’t find the right time and I think the day has come.”

“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.

"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

"The question is whether you will let me come back. Not to stay. I have a pack and a father and responsibilities that are mine and not something I would ask you to accommodate indefinitely. But when I can, when the distance permits. When Moonfang is stable enough that a week here is not a dereliction." "You are asking if you can court me," I said. "I am asking if you will let me try to be what you need me to be," he said. "From whatever distance the responsibilities between us require, without a deadline. Without pressure about the bond or the formal status or what any of it looks like to the council." He looked at me. "I made a choice once that hurt you because I was afraid of getting it wr

Later, after we had cleared the table and Callum had gone to his room, I stood beside Brennan at the kitchen counter, drying a plate. "One more week," I said to Brennan, my voice soft. "One more week and this ends. He won't be around us anymore." Brennan didn't answer right away. He just looked at me for a long moment, like the sound of my voice was the only thing holding him steady. Then he reached for my hand and held it. "I love you." "…I know."

Jacob's call pulled me back to reality. I looked at him, suddenly feeling a surge of disgust. Perhaps the disgust in my eyes was too apparent, Jacob panicked. He held my shoulder and said earnestly, "Chloe, I never thought about leaving you." Pretending to be more affectionate than anyone else while doing things that show no love. I suddenly found it funny, "Jacob, although this question is silly, I still want to ask you, compared to your first love, what am I?"

he said, his voice softer now, but there was panic there, real panic, “Please sweetheart, look at me.” I did. “Remember what we said,” he continued, his eyes searching mine desperately. “We were the ones who chose each other. Not them. Not fate. Not anyone else.” My throat tightened. “I chose you over Chelsea,” he said, his voice breaking slightly. “And I’ll do it again. Every time.” My chest hurt. “So choose me,” he whispered. “Reject him. Choose me.” Tears burned at the back of my eyes. Because I wanted to. Goddess, I wanted to.

Had it not been for… for some issues to rise, I believe that we would never have separated for the past few years. Madeline felt her throat constricting. "How are you so sure that he still loves you?" "Why wouldn't I be? He has been paving the path for my success ever since I came back home. He even rented a place for me to stay that's really close to his own home, just so that he could easily come and take care of me. If that's not love, what would that be? "I came from a very ordinary household, and my family isn't rich or famous. If it hadn't been for him, I would never have been able to overcome the many years of being alone in a foreign country and become the person I am today.