The Choices We Make Dramione Novels & Stories

"I've arranged two betrothals for you guys—one is a housekeeper's daughter, while the other is a wealthy heiress. You two can choose for yourselves." As I listened to Dad's words, I touched my head, feeling no traces of a wound. That was when I realized I had been reborn. "Dad, I want to marry the housekeeper's daughter!" My brother, Jacob Wright, exclaimed eagerly from beside me. Dad was taken aback. Jacob was usually quite vain, so why would he uncharacteristically choose the housekeeper's daughter?

"I'll bring her Bianca's son. I'll tell her he's ours. As for the other one, the dead one… wipe the records clean." "He was my son, too. But he's dead. Find a decent plot and bury him," his voice cracked for a fraction of a second. Then the ice returned. "And one more thing. That new sterilization drug the hospital has? Give it to Arabella." Dr. Valenti's voice trembled. "Boss, that drug… the Donna just delivered a stillborn. Her body is extremely weak. She'll be barren. Permanently."

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

I catch myself mentally drifting and pull myself back. “I know it all comes down to you to make a decision, and I can’t tell you who to choose or who not to choose. You already know who I’m casting my lot with. Drake’s a cool guy, and I’ve known him for a really long time, so you see why naturally I’d say him. I know I don’t make the choice for you, and this is only my opinion, so I hope whatever decision you choose to make will be the best one for you,” Cole says before he gets his things and heads out of the boardroom.

I looked at her. “You have one hour.” “One hour for what?” She looked toward the thousands of awakened subjects. “To decide whether you save the world…” A pause. “…or save your family.” My heart shattered. Because suddenly— both choices felt impossible. Then Damien stepped beside me. He took my hand. “You don’t have to choose alone.” I looked at him. His fingers intertwined with mine. “Whatever happens,” he whispered, “we choose together.” I smiled through the tears forming in my eyes.

“Did I force you to marry me? Did I force you to leave her? You made your choices, James.” “Yes,” he agreed firmly. “I did. And they were the worst decisions of my life.” She laughed, a sharp, mocking sound that echoed against the walls. “Now I’m the villain?” she said. “You were there every step of the way.” “I was blind,” he shot back. “And you fed that blindness.” “Because you wanted to be fed!” she countered immediately. “Don’t rewrite history now.” James inhaled slowly, fighting to keep his voice steady.

"When you choose, whoever stays will need these. My research. My knowledge. My strategies. I'm leaving everything organized. No mysteries. No unfinished work." I stand there. Watching them all prepare. Watching them accept. Watching them give up. "Stop," I say loudly. To all of them. Through the bond. "All of you. Stop packing. Stop writing. Stop acting like this is already over." "It is over," Damon says from his doorway. "We're just waiting for you to make it official." "No. It's not over. I haven't chosen. You don't know what I'm going to decide." "We know enough," Kieran says. Coming out too. "We know two of us leave. We know we should prepare. We know hoping is killing us. So we're acce

"You know I’d give you that, sweetheart. No strings attached." Lorenzo tilted his head, his stare sharp and assessing. "Freedom is an illusion, bella. But if you want the closest thing to it, I can give you options." Damien remained silent, his jaw clenched, his body taut with unspoken emotions. --- Later that night, while Elena and Damien were in the bedroom, putting Draco to sleep, Nico and Lorenzo sat at opposite ends of the living room, both nursing glasses of whiskey, both lost in thought. Lorenzo glanced at Nico, amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "You actually think she’s going to choose you?"

“Because I won’t let Lilith destroy me. And I won’t let you keep choosing her over me.” --- The silence that followed was heavy. Maya stood close, her hand lightly on my arm, steadying me. Rylan’s gaze stayed fixed on Damon, waiting for his response. Lilith’s eyes burned with quiet fury, but she didn’t dare speak again. Finally, Damon spoke, his voice low. “You’re threatening me.” “No,” I said. “I’m giving you a choice. Me or her. Luna or Lilith. Mate or poison. Decide.” The tension in the room was thick. Damon’s chest rose and fell, his fists still clenched. He looked at me, then at Lilith, then back at me again.

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.