With Love To Selena Book Novels & Stories

"You didn't want to watch it happen. You wanted to be the one to end it. You wanted to be the one with the power this time." Vanelope's voice dropped to barely above a whisper. "He broke me, Selena ." "And I still chose him," I said, each word hitting like a hammer. "Because maybe, just maybe, I wanted something he gave me that no one else could. Maybe I wanted to be broken in exactly that way." She shook her head like she couldn't process what she was hearing. "You don't know what love is." "I never said it was love," I snapped. "But it was mine. It was my choice, my disaster, my beautiful fucking catastrophe. And you took it from me."

“You must resent me for going after William, don’t you?” I shook my head. “I just don’t understand why you love him. You’re young and have your whole life ahead of you. William is older than you, divorced, and has a child. You deserve better.” Silence reigned for a moment or two before a tired sigh left the young Selena. “I don’t know,” she murmured defeatedly, slumping against the headboard. “I just knew that when he saved me, I felt like he was my hero, and I just… fell. And I fell hard.”

Selena didn’t need more enemies. Not when she was already carrying so many secrets without knowing. A heavy sigh left me as I stared at the closed hospital room door. Everything inside me felt twisted. Fear. Regret. Confusion. But above everything, love. A strong, overwhelming love. Even if I found my true fated mate someday, though I doubted it—I knew I would never feel for her what I feel for Selena. She wasn’t just a choice. She was a decision. A certainty. A future I wanted.

The saying goes that if children love you, you have a pure soul – Selena's soul was indeed pure, and I was blessed to be by her side… I slowly opened my eyes, returning to the harsh reality that awaited me. A deep sadness washed over me, memories of Selena flooding my mind. She was the epitome of perfection – a loving wife, a caring soul, always putting others before herself. But she was taken from me in the most brutal way, murdered in cold blood.

She was taunting him “Who?” “Don’t play innocent with me.” Phoenix stepped closer, his aura bursting with cold fury. “Liz.” Selena’s eyes flickered—barely—but it was enough. So she didn’t deny it. Instead, she tilted her head, lips curving into a delicate, unapologetic smile. “I only hurt her because I love you.” Phoenix’s jaw clenched. Selena stepped closer, fingertips grazing his forearm. “You made me desperate. Do you understand what that does to a woman? To know her fiancé is obsessed with some—”

and she continued with her questions, not waiting for answers. Selena burst out laughing, "Sorry, my bad. I'm just happy. So, when am I meeting your Jay? Or what's his name again? I just know it's a Mister with the letter J," she asked with a curious smile. "Oh, come on. I'm not correcting you anymore. Perhaps you'll find out through the invitation soon, and, of course, you'll meet him when I come back. You're going to like him." "I have no doubt about that," she had told me that day, unknowingly becoming the one who had eventually stole my love from me.

Selena opened her eyes again. Her heartbeat remained steady. No trembling hands. No tears. No denial. Love, she realized, wasn’t something taken from her. It had burned itself out the moment she understood what it had cost. She stood and walked back toward the bed, where the folder lay untouched. The documents waited patiently, exactly as they had before. Once, she’d felt proud signing them. Thoughtful. Mature. She had believed sacrifice was proof of commitment. Now, the idea almost amused her. Selena picked up the folder and carried it to the dining table. Breakfast was already being set when she entered the room. Plates clinked softly. The house felt peaceful—too peaceful.

“Selena, you’re the first woman who has ever moved my heart. For years, I haven’t dated or even thought about dating. I thought I wasn’t capable of love. But when I met you, I started believing in love again. "I want to step out of my own shell to be like you—bright, radiant, and beautiful! I don’t want you to leave. I want us to stay here together, living happily forever.”

All that exists is the fire between them, burning brighter than ever. But just as quickly as it began, Selena pulls away, her heart pounding in her chest. “No,” she whispers, her voice shaky. “This isn’t right.” Valentine reaches for her, but she steps back, her eyes filled with fear and regret. “I’m sorry, Valentine. I can’t do this.” Without another word, Selena turns and flees the library, her footsteps echoing through the empty halls as she runs. Valentine watches her go, a mix of anger and sorrow twisting in his chest. He knows he should let her go, but something deep within him refuses to give up.

ROSALINA'S POV This was torture. I was tired of hearing after 'how in love' Selena was with Leonardo. It was unbelievable how fast she moved on from the man she claimed to have loved for three years to someone she went on just three dates with. "Leo is the ideal boyfriend!" Selena exclaimed, her eyes clouded with a pink, dreamy mist as she sighed. "The most open-minded, chill guy I've ever met and he was the best sex I've ever--"