Novel & Cerita Pick Me Choose Me Love Me

“You hate that I’m not her. You hate that I’m the one who’s here. You hate that you hit me and you’re still hard. Keep going. Prove you’re not thinking about her.” I did. The couch creaked. Her voice got louder, half taunts half broken sounds. Every time I tried to slow down she dug her heels into my back and forced the rhythm faster. Sweat stuck our skin together. The red mark on her cheek stayed in the corner of my vision the whole time. “Tell me you choose me,” she said. “I choose you.” “Say it like it’s true.” “I choose you, Mia.” “Again.” “I choose you.” She came first, sudden and sharp, her whole body locking up under me. I followed right after, buried deep, face pressed into her neck

"Am I yours?" "You're mine, baby, so, so mine," I murmur, my eyes locked on his. Even the Hello Kitty apron can't detract from his sex appeal. A faint blush rises to his cheeks, and I melt. He's adorable and hot, and I feel like the luckiest person alive. I plant a kiss on his lips, and he responds immediately, our lips meeting in a soft, delicious kiss that makes my toes curl. As I relax into the kiss, wrapping my legs tighter around his waist, my phone buzzes in my pocket, shattering the moment.

You are mine. She stared into his eyes, seeing the desperation and love in them, and something deep inside her suddenly fit perfectly. She wasn’t just a vessel. She wasn’t just a prophecy. She was more. Emily’s voice rose above the chaos, fierce and raw. “I choose!” she screamed, her body igniting with heat. “I choose me!”

“Please. I love you. Marry me.” My soul quietly exits my body. I blink once. Twice. My mouth moves before my brain can stop it. “No.” The word drops like a bomb. Ethan freezes. The crowd freezes. Even the barista stops mid-pour. Heat floods my face. My heart pounds wildly against my ribs. I stand up too fast, knocking my chair backward with a loud crash. “I—I have to go.” My voice cracks. I don’t wait for a response. I turn. And I run.

His gaze slides from the road to me, assessing and cool. When he doesn’t answer, I make my move, snatching the gun he set down in the console between us and pointing it at him. I put every bit of steel I have into my voice. “Pull over.” Annoyance flickers across his expression and his hand flashes out. I don’t mean to—but I don’t have time to think. I just pull the trigger. I scream at my own mistake, drowning out the sound of the shot. No, wait. There wasn’t a deafening bang.

As expected! ❤Dear love of my life, thank you for loving me, thank you for choosing me. And let me inform you, I chose you. I choose you and I'll choose only you. Over and over and over. Without a pause, without a doubt in a heartbeat. I'll keep choosing you. I love you, darling.❤ The sound of the melody was coming nearer with her every step. The word on the Fifth balloon was: You. "Wanna grow old with you." She smiled as she matched five words before stopping in front of the fifth heart shape and took the last paper.

I don't care if this is a bit possessive but I just wanted anyone and everyone that's he is mine while also reminding him that he was totally mine and absolutely off limit to everyone else whether band fucking mate or not. I pulled away slightly, our faces still inches apart with my eyes completely locked with his. "I love you. Never forget that" He gave a little chuckle as his hand went to caress at my cheek lovely with a smile that pretty much light up his already glowing eyes. "I know babe and i love you too" He pulled away completely and reach for a soda across the bean bag that was kept in the corner. He pushed it open and took a swing off it before offering it to me. I took hold of it

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant

she whispered against my lips. “I know.” “You don’t get to choose me only when it’s easy.” “I won’t.” “You swear?” “Yes.” She studied with me again. Then nodded once. “Then don’t let go,” she said. I pulled her back into me. Tighter. Warmer. Certain. Because this time, I wasn’t choosing out of fear. I was choosing out of love. And as her lips found mine again, softer now but just as sure, one thought burned clear— If I had to choose again tomorrow…

Letting go of me, Sophie suddenly picked up the paring knife on the floor and plunged it into her heart without hesitation. She fell onto the floor, her gaze still filled with affection as she looked at me. "Ade… I've paid you back… with my life… Please don't hate me, okay?" I looked away. My tears were still streaming down my face, but my heart was unusually determined. The System's voice rang out. "Energy interference cleared. Teleportation sequence initiating." I felt the familiar tugging sensation on my body. Before I left, I heard their whispered apologies, their voices filled with regret and despair.