Pick Me Choose Me Love Me Novels & Stories

"The wolf I was afraid of becoming. The wolf who chose fear over love." He held me closer. "And what did you choose?" I looked at him—at his blue eyes, his pale face, his steady love. "I chose you. I chose us. I chose love." He smiled—that rare, beautiful smile. "Then let's go home."

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."

“Bethany.” Justin called. I turned to him. my rough but gentle lover. I could still picture him slapping my ass and pressing me against the bed as he fucked me hard. For all that not to be ‘real’ hurt so fucking bad. I wanted to bend down, cover my face, and cry. To make it worse. They wanted me to choose. “You can’t just ask me to choose and expect me to just point at one. I want you guys. All of you. It isn’t going to be easy to just pick one. Give me some time. Give me something to make me want to choose you.”

"For you my love. Happy anniversary." THE END.

"I promise to forgive you every day for being human, for messing up, for not being perfect, because I've learned that perfect love isn't about perfect people. It's about regular people choosing to get better together instead of using each other's problems as an excuse to quit." I grabbed his hands, feeling how warm and strong they were, how they'd helped me heal. "Mikel Sterling, you're my equal, my partner, my choice every single day. Today, I promise you that this choice comes from me wanting this, not needing it, from love, not fear, from knowing for sure that what we're making together is worth fighting for through anything." I put away my vows, looked him in the eyes. "I pick you, Mikel

Through the mate bond, I can feel Rhett's love reaching across whatever distance separates us—not just missing me, but choosing me, fighting for me, refusing to accept that this separation is permanent. I choose you too, I project back. Every day, in every way, I choose our family. And I'll keep choosing until we're together again. Because that's what love really is—not just feeling, but choosing, especially when choosing is difficult. And no amount of government research will ever change that.

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!”

I never understood why some people only learn to cherish something after they’ve already lost it. Once it’s lost, cherishing it comes far too late. As I stepped back, I said, "There’s no going back, Lauren. We’re already over." With a dull thud, with bloodshot eyes, Lauren collapsed to the ground in front of me, appearing like a shattered porcelain doll. She clung to the hem of my pants, begging. "Sam, please, please forgive me. Come back to me. I don’t believe you could fall in love with someone else so quickly. Give me another chance. I don’t care if you hit me or yell at me. Just don’t leave."

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