I Choose You Novels & Stories

Dominic straightens his posture, his eyes soften for me. I close my eyes reviewing everything, I open them and with a deep breath I say "I choose him" "I choose... Theodore"

I gave a bitter, self-mocking laugh. She loved me? What about all the humiliation and coldness I'd endured all this while? "Enough. Let's just finalize the divorce." I picked up my documents and turned to leave. On the drive home, I received a friend request. It was from my college classmate, Charis Wainwright. "I heard you're divorced. Does that mean I have a chance now?"

Wei took a deep breath as she entered the Elevator and quickly pressed the button for Hoo’s floor. She was nervous that Hoo would lose her child, so she wanted to get the medicine and return it quickly. Then she could go home and cry herself to sleep. She watched as the elevator doors shut before she stepped back and closed her eyes. But she quickly opened them when Chen’s smile popped into her mind. She still loved him and probably would always love him. But he betrayed her, and he was having a baby with her sister, no matter how her heart yearned for him. She knew he would never be hers again. Opening her eyes, she wiped the corner of her eyes that had watered as the elevator came to a sto

She was glad that she had not let her prejudice against him prevent her from seeing just how good he was. Joylin looked at Jackson with her teary eyes. “thirty years ago, I stood in front of our family, friends, and colleagues and said three words that are more powerful than ‘I love you’, those words were, ‘I choose you.’ To me choosing you is more than loving you. I chose you to be my husband because I believed in your character and I knew that no man would ever love me as you do. And today, I stand in front of you to remind you that each and every day, I will always choose you above everyone else. I choose to share happiness with you, I choose to take care o

Ninety-one threads and the river and the cold morning light and everything we had survived to get here. "I choose you," I said. "Not the bond. Not the bloodline. Not the network or the war or any version of this that existed before I actually knew you." I paused. "I choose the person who walked into my house in a torn dress and refused to be moved by anything I tried and was moved by everything I didn't." I held her eyes. "I will keep choosing you. Every day. Without reservation." She was quiet for a moment.

"Isabella made me an offer. The investors made me an offer. Everyone wants me to choose." His voice was barely a whisper. "And?" I kissed him. Soft. Gentle. Real. "I choose you." We gathered everyone in the main room. Catherine was there, her eyes bright with unshed tears. Katerina was there, her arms crossed, her jaw tight. Alexander was there, his gray hair catching the firelight, his face unreadable. I stood in the center of the room, my voice steady. "I made my choice." Isabella stepped forward, her green eyes searching mine. "What did you choose?"

"And you're the only person I know" I swallowed, regretting the thoughts that were running through my head. If it were a one-man ticket to get out of here, then it had to be Jaden. "I choose you," I said. His eyes glanced down to my breast and that reminded me that I was still half naked. I gently covered up my nipples with my arm because of how lustfully he stared at me. "You choose me?" He asked. "Yes," I said. "And we get out of here after"

Her palms are damp—part nerves, part rain—but her voice is clear. “I choose you,” she begins. “Not because it’s easy, not because it’s perfect, but because it’s right. You’re the man who stood with me in fire, in scandal, in storms. You’re the man who let me be myself without apology. And today, I choose a life with you—messy, brave, ours.” Brandon’s throat works. He looks down, blinking fast, then raises his head.

Their heads swiveled toward my shadowed corner in unison. I held up my phone, the screen glowing. For three years in this city, I had stayed in the background, in the closed-off corners. This was the first time I walked from the shadows into their direct line of sight. Even if this ‘audience’ was only Leon and Liana, it was enough. “Elara?!” “How are you here?” Liana released Selene and charged toward me like a feral she-wolf.

The bed had red flowers carved in the 'i love you' pattern. 'It seemed like he had the same intension as me for our dinner date.' Angela thought to herself as she strolled around the room admiring its interior decorations.