The Choices We Make Dramione Novels & Stories

well, he'd have to be eliminated too. I asked, “And Drake?” Damon’s lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. “Drake will fall apart once he knows you’ve chosen me. He’s ruled by emotion. I can handle him.” The room fell quiet except for the distant call of wolves training outside. I closed my eyes, breathing slowly, carefully. This was the moment the elders had warned me about, the moment when choice would cost blood. The throne demanded strength. Strength demanded sacrifice. “Say it,” Damon urged softly. “Say you’ll choose me.”

“You can’t stay bonded to both of them forever.” “I know,” I whispered. “But how do I choose? Rylan has been so good to me, so patient and protective. He’s everything I thought I wanted. But Damian... Damian has changed. I can see it. He’s trying so hard to be better, and he’s the father of my children.” “The decision is yours, Lyra,” Snow replied. “But you need to make it before it destroys you.” The thought of choosing one and letting the other go made my chest tighten even more. I stood up, needing to clear my head. The walls of the pack house felt like they were closing in on me, and I needed fresh air.

I trailed off, thinking about the days Toni and I have shared, before I continued, "I just lost interest." The three shook their heads and gave me disapproving looks. What? Why does short-time dating always a big deal? They are reacting as if it's the worst thing I have done. "You just really love the chase, Aurora. You make guys fall for you and when they did, you leave them hanging," Brenda said, making me divert my eyes to her. Now, that's offensive. It's not like I forced them to like me. They just did and that's not my problem anymore.

“This is treason.” Damon laughs. Dark. Bitter. “Then brand me.” “You choose her over order?” the elder demands. Damon doesn’t look away from me. “I choose my mate. I choose my child.” The council raises their hands. “Seize them.” Lucian moves first. “Run.” I don’t argue. We break. My vision blurs as power crashes around us. Damon’s hand grips mine hard. Anchoring. “Stay awake,” he says urgently. “Aria. Stay with me.”

My eyes turn hard with the turmoil raging through me, “Easy? Naw. But keepin’ that patience? That’s the test. Men got honey tongues ‘til they get what they want.” Dru takes the picture in her hand, slamming the journal shut, “You don’t know him! You don’t know me anymore! I’m not hiding in your shadow or his! I chose this. I choose him.” I push off the tree, standing abruptly, towering over her, “Choices? You’re sixteen. You don’t know what the world—”

Maya's eyes filled with tears. The officiant turned toward her. “Do you take Damon to be your husband?” Maya smiled. “I do.” There was no fear in her answer. No hesitation. No doubt. Only certainty. Damon took her hand. “I promised myself I would never ask you to stay because of something written on paper.” Maya smiled. “You didn't.” “I promised I would give you a choice.” “You did.” He looked into her eyes. “And you chose me.” “I did.” Maya took his hand.

"What happens now? Now that the Ember Court's threat is actually behind us, not simply a countdown we're racing against." Damon considered the question seriously, turning over everything the past six months had built between them: the forced courtship, the fires, the fear, and, running through all of it, something that had grown steadily, deliberately, into the truest thing he'd ever known. "Now," he said, quiet, "I think we get to find out what it looks like to choose each other without a deadline hanging over us. No prophecy. No eclipse. No ancient faction counting down toward our sacrifice. Just us, choosing this, the way we already proved we could at that altar."

What I will do is open my hand to you when you make the choice. Welcome you with no resentment, for this one ground we share Has drunk enough blood to saturate it for centuries. We may not have had a choice at birth but we do have a choice to either build or destroy each other. "All that he's said . . . it's true, T. We may not have had a hand in how we were made but we do have a choice to make in whether we choose hate," he paused wiping away the perpetual flow of tears from my eyes gently," or love. And from how I see it, hating each other is such an unnecessary energy that drains the chances of good in this world."

Sir was standing near a window with a photo in his hand and was looking at it with a smile and little moist eyes . " So it's my princess's birthday hmm happy birthday princess . My princess do you know when you came in my life I was very happy , I even can't express my happiness in words , you gave me many lovely and memorable moments and your birthday is the most special day of my life but I wished that you could be with me . You and your papa could make a lot of fun together hmm princess . You know na how much your dad loves you , love you princess ." These were the lines I listen from him standing just near the door .

She straightened her back, clearing her throat as if the story weighed heavily on her chest. My breath caught. “Why would he…” “Imagine how Darius will feel when he sees the same thing about to repeat,” she murmured. “I am advising you genuinely. Choose Damon completely and leave Darius if you want to stay safe. Damon does not just like what his brother has. I think he is obsessed with taking it.” The dining hall fell silent in a way that made my chest tighten. Conversations stopped. Forks hovered midair. A heavy pressure settled in my stomach, slow and uncomfortable.