Romans & histoires The Choices We Make Dramione

"You can't, the authority..." "Fuck the authority, you are my mate, not them" Damon shouted. "I don't give a fuck anymore. I have put them first, time and time again and let them rule my life. They don't get to decide for us, not this. They have been making my decisions for me my whole life, but this is my choice. And if that choice is between them and you then I choose you, every time" he said, staring up at his mate.

“Lana, look at me. I made a choice. You are my choice. I’m not giving up on you. Not now, not ever. I don’t care how many walls I have to tear down.” “But it would be better for you if you did,” I argued, the practical, fearful part of me rising up. “I have nothing, Damon. No powerful family behind me, no political alliances to offer you. There’s nothing for you to gain from being with me.” A slow, wicked grin spread across his face. “I know,” he said, his tone light and teasing. “You’re totally worthless.” I gasped in mock outrage and punched his arm. “Jerk!”

I sit next to her. She lifts the lock of red in my hair. “It’s begun.” I nod again and look at the ground. “Why so sad?” She leans forward to see my face. “I don’t want to die.” I mumble. She smiles. “It’s your purpose. You have no choice.” I whip my head to her. “Why can’t I have a choice? Why does everyone have to make my choices for me?” “You are an important creature, Mia. You’re love and power makes this world thrive.” She tucked my hair behind my ear.

She picked up her phone and scrolled through it, only to find an alumnus from her program named Dylan. Dylan had been in the finance program like her and had also been Channing's classmate. Now he had capitalized on the growth of online streaming and become a gaming streamer, but Sydney saw him as little more than a clown begging viewers for tips. Although she looked down on him, Dylan reminded her of the past. Back then, after Samantha confessed to Channing, he had indeed planned to reject her under Sydney's influence. But when he learned Dylan was pursuing Samantha, Channing went straight to Dylan's dorm and taught him a lesson. Channing had warned Dylan not to deceive or try to date Saman

“I’m not a pawn in your game. I have feelings, and I deserve to make my own choices.” Both brothers turned to me, their expressions a mix of surprise and something akin to respect. “Then choose,” Dominique said, his voice low, a challenge lacing his words. “Choose who you want to be with, but remember that your decision has consequences.” With that, he turned on his heel and stormed out of the hallway into his room, leaving I and Damian stunned silence. “Aurora, I” Damian began, but I cut him off, before he could say anything.

We were watching a K drama series, and one of the main characters, a girl, loved someone, but due to certain circumstances, she couldn't stay with him anymore. "Its not like she had a choice." "Don't give me that, kitten whiskers. Everyone has a choice." He pointed out, "Not that I'd care, but raincheck, before you make someone fall in love with you, know there are consequences. So when shit starts to stink, you suck it up. Literally" I stared at him for a long time before turning and putting my feet on his legs, "Okay, spill." He stared at me then at them before saying, "How'd you know I've been craving your feet all day?"

. How spoiled of you to think you can speak for her. She has a right to choose her own suitor. You don't get to make that decision for her just because you like her." Beau said, "You don't even know who she's with so I would watch my mouth and stop making assumptions about her." Fress smiled, saying, "It's too bad she doesn't know how you feel and I think you should stop trying to influence her decisions and let her make a choice on her own. Let her decide if she wants you or me or are you too scared to let her think for herself because you know she wouldn't want you if she had a choice." Beau faced Fress saying, "How I feel about her is none of your concern. I know her and I know she isn't

Werewolf's mates don't easily get replaced, so maybe it was better for everyone and Teresa was someone who didn't really settle for a single person. I clenched my fists, ‘I hope I'm making the right choice.’ As I reached the door and pulled the knob open, Draco's face appeared. “Darl….” I slammed the door almost instantly, cutting him off, I quickly locked it, paused to think and then I stepped back like it was dangerous. “Shit." I cussed under my breath. “This is bad, this is really bad," I mummured and turned to look at Marius who just sat there staring at me. “Do something." I whispered and he only shrugged.

"I don't know if there's anything left to do. The prophecy is clear. One will burn. One will bleed. And one... one will break." Her words hung in the air between them, fragile, yet undeniable. She looked up at him, her eyes full of desperation. "I have to make a choice, Dorian. And so do you." The fire of the Bloodmoon outside seemed to burn even brighter, casting its crimson glow on them both as they stood there, staring at each other, knowing that whatever choice they made would change everything. For good or for ill.

Nyla rolled her eyes seeming unaffected by Dalia's outburst, "I'm not as shameless as you are. I wouldn't make her choose, I'll let her take that decision out of her own freewill. And I pray she picks neither of us, just so I can rub it in your face every single second of every fucking minute." "Y-you—" Dalia stuttered pointing her fingers at Nyla as she slapped them off casually. "Stop it both of you. Dalia I'm still thinking about the whole Academy thing. I'll make my decision before the the time is up, but for now I need to be alone," I said calmly. Dalia's eyes widened like she couldn't believe what I was saying, "you're only saying this because mom isn't here. You better not abandon me