The Choices We Make Dramione Novels & Stories

"I'm still confused about many things." I stared at his slightly weary expression and suddenly thought of the words he had written in his diary in my previous life. "Whenever I saw Lena picking seashells at the beach, I always thought that was the most beautiful sight in the world." As it turned out, someone else had caught Leonard's attention, though he used to be in love with me. … The next morning, Leonard's mother, Charlotte Newman, gathered everyone in the family to discuss the wedding. I sat beside Leonard and watched him absent-mindedly flip through the wedding proposal while circling his finger on the paper.

She lifted her chin. I frowned. "Vardam died because he chose wrong. And now, Aiyana, you’ll have to choose too." She extended her hand. "So… are you just going to stand there trembling? Or are you going to rise and find out who you really are?" "What the hell are you talking about?!" I exploded, my voice harsher than I meant. Josefina only smiled, as if she had expected exactly that reaction. Then she slowly turned her face toward the darkness among the trees and gave a slight tilt of her chin.

“You think Damon won’t tear us apart anyway? You think he’ll keep us once Elena returns? He’ll make her Luna. He’ll build her a throne and set fire to our names. He might even dissolve the bond entirely, cut us loose like we never existed. Do you really want to spend the rest of your life rotting in some forgotten corner, powerless, humiliated, and replaced by that little Omega slut?” Lucia paused her pacing instantly and turned back toward Nyla, trembling with unspoken fear. Nyla’s smile was now soft and gentle, although her eyes still glittered like knives. “I’m offering you a choice, Lucia. Stay on the sinking ship with Damon and Elena, or rise with me and Draco. Be part of the future… or

must not believe that I would finish the selection. Even I don’t believe that I would but there are too many people involved and I don’t want to let them down. I made promises and I am a man of my words. I don’t know if I am happy but let’s just say I feel content because everybody is happy and excited for this selection. The one person I wish would show more enthusiasm is Jessica. She has not said anything against the selection but she doesn’t seem happy either. When I imagined my engagement, I imagined her to be the most enthusiastic and happy person but I guess I was wrong and that doesn’t sit well with me. What is the point of making other people happy if the most important person in y

YULIA The room stayed quiet for exactly three seconds after Kendrick spoke. Three. Then Damon lost his mind. “Oh, this is insane,” he whistled, looking between us like he was witnessing live television. “He said that with his full chest too.” “Damon,” Victor warned, already laughing. “No, because what does choosing even mean?” Damon continued. “Are we talking romance? Marriage? Tax benefits? Clarify!” I felt heat prickle at my ears. I avoided looking at Kendrick completely, which was difficult because I could literally feel his eyes on me.

What happened to him? She paused on the picture in which he was kissing her and zoomed in. They both radiated happiness, smiling as they kissed. Shanice scoffed. How can someone settle for being someone's second choice anyway? Serena had no self-respect. No matter what, nothing can change the fact that she was Asher's first choice and Serena will always be the second choice.

“What’s not?” “That you’ll fall in love with me. People choose whether or not to fall in love. It’s always a choice.” “Not for me…” “It’s always a choice, Thea,” he repeated firmly, cutting her off. “You just need to choose not to.” Thea opened her mouth to protest, but even as she did so, she knew there was no point. If Damiano believed that, they would have to agree to disagree. “I made an important choice years ago, Thea. And my choice was to put love behind me and just enjoy my life. Sticking to it doesn’t make me a bad man.”

"Then you should choose your mate. Why don't we wait for a week? If you find your mate then choose her and if you didn't find her then I'll tell you what I truly feel," She said. Draco gave no reaction at all. His face and eyes were expressionless as he scrutinized her. "It doesn't matter who my mate is, Fiona. I've already chosen you and the only option I have for now is to make you fall for me. There's no other way around it," He rasped.

"She doesn't claim she didn't have a choice." Scalding tears threatened at the edges of my eyes, but I would not let them fall. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. I shoved my shoulders back, swallowing the lump in my throat. "You're making a mistake," I whispered. "You really think this will make you happy?" Damon was silent for a moment. Then he leaned his head to one side. "I don't know," he said. "But I know one thing." I was breathless. "I don't regret choosing her."

But just by sitting there, she was enough to make one's heart stir. After that, they became familiar with each other. She became his girlfriend, and they nearly got married. Dylan had made many choices in his life. For instance, when Donald fell ill, he chose to marry Jean. Then, when he was driven nearly mad by his marriage to Jean, he chose to use Noelle. And later, when he could finally be with Noelle, he once again chose power. At that time, he believed all the choices he made were the right ones. They were the things he truly wanted. He couldn't be wrong. But now, as the endless darkness rushed toward him, Dylan suddenly realized something.