The Choices We Make Dramione Novels & Stories

I say, praying to all the gods not to be making a horrible choice right now, "Here's what I came up with: We have two weeks before your trial. During this time, you’ll show me everything you are and you feel, openly and truly. Then you'll get locked up for a while and that time will allow me to choose: Do I want to risk it all with you or stay with sweet Brian?” "Fuck Brian. If you choose him over me, I'll pay someone to kidnap him and dump him in the middle of the sea. I will leave him there all alone, no water and no food, just his brain to either bring him back to land or not," Damon lets out, not even really thinking about it, "I'll show you all of me, babe. And you better like it.”

Damian met her gaze fully now, No armor, No distance. “I think it's time I let them know you're a Blackwood and there's nothing they can do about that, and nobody picks on blackwood, and....” he said. “I stop acting like choosing you is a liability.” Her breath caught. “That’s not what,” “I choose you,” he said again, firmer this time. “Not as a strategy, Not as damage control, As someone I care about.” Emotion surged up her throat, hot and terrifying. “Damian… you realize choosing me completely means consequences. For you, For your company, For your family.”

The room fell silent again. I looked down at my hands. “So what happens now?” James walked over to the whiteboard hanging on the wall. “We stop reacting.” Everyone looked at him. He picked up a marker and wrote three names. Victoria. Dr. Harrison. The Uncle. Then he drew lines connecting them. “Until now,” he said, “we’ve been chasing whatever clue appeared next.” He circled the names. “Now we choose the next move.” Maya tilted her head. “I like this version of you.”

If Damon chose Aurora, Gia would finally accept that she meant nothing to him. She would even be happy to die. She didn't want to live without Damon anyway. Might as well die here and be a scar on his heart for the rest of his life. She stared at Damon on the screen for an instant. Suddenly, Aurora started yelling at the screen. “Damon, don't choose, don't choose any of us!" Aurora knew that this was the toughest choice in the world. Damon had said that he didn't have the right to decide on the life and death of others, so it was cruel for Magda to make him choose.

Diane asked, bringing me out of my thoughts. “Sorry. What did you say?” I apologized. “You've been out of it all day. That means you haven’t made a decision on who you plan on choosing.” Nadia nodded. “Or she’s thinking of an escape plan.” “I am not going to run,” I said. “And I have made a decision already.” Both of them looked at me. “Well, who is it then?” Diane asked. “Don’t keep us in suspense.” “Damian. I’m choosing Damian,” I finally said.

They’re still fighting through it. Still trying to get to me. Still choosing me. Every second. I look back at Damon. “This isn’t about power,” I say. His eyes narrow slightly. “Then what is it about?” I take a step forward. Closing the distance. “Choice.” Something flickers in his gaze. Gone just as fast. “You’re still thinking like a pack wolf,” he says. “And you’re still thinking like someone who’s never been told no.” That lands. I see it.

“You are not losing me. I don't care what prophecy or shadow or damned priest says. I. Am. Not. Leaving. You.” Ariana shook her head. “You don’t understand. The vision—” “Then we’ll change it,” he said fiercely. “Together.” His forehead pressed against hers, grounding her, anchoring her—but it didn’t quiet the storm in her soul. You will choose, the Priest had said. And the vision… the blood… the broken moon… Her voice trembled. “Damon… what if choosing you destroys everything else?” He pulled back slightly, eyes darkening with something intense and dangerous.

My throat tightened. Daymon exhaled slowly. "I’m not going to force you to choose me, Artemis. But I need you to know that I care about you. And I would never make you feel like you had to question my loyalty. If you choose him, I’ll respect that. But if you choose me, I promise I’ll never let you go." I shut my eyes for a moment, overwhelmed by the weight of their words. Aiden, my love, my past, my heart.

" Draco: | wanted to see how much you've changed. You didn't lose it, so kudos to you. "I could lose it now and hit you." Draco: No thanks, I have a date with my beautiful fiancee. Bye, friend, and try to relax. Not everyone is scum just because Some are. "I know that. (She's different, Miley. Regardless of whether it was her only chance at happiness, she would never leave our children behind.)'The thought irks me. If Miley's soulmate should appear... No, not a chance!

He said. "I think Sir Damon should choose because he has already spent a lot of money," Spencer suggested. "He is the one asking you?" The man replied. "Then Mara should choose?" Spencer replied as they all stared at me because that right minute I was told to choose Damon raised his head. "Pick your best," Damon added. "My best is the first one," I replied. "You did not choose your best Mara" Damon replied. "What, I choose my best?" I replied. "You are helping me to manage my money, you are looking at the price" He replied.