I Chose Novels & Stories

I lowered my gaze, hiding what flickered in my eyes, and answered as calmly as I could, "Didn't your dad tell you? I've divorced him. I'm not your mom anymore. You won't have someone as useless as me around again." Claude panicked immediately, his voice breaking as he cried. "No! I only want you as my mom. I'm sorry. Can you forgive me? I'll only want you from now on." There was no way I felt nothing hearing that. But I had already chosen to leave. I wasn't turning back. I forced everything down and said quietly, "But Claude, I don't want you anymore. I don't want your dad, either." I hung up before he could say anything else.

"Not for the hall. For me. Just for this room." I looked at him for a moment and then I said it the way it needed to be said for just the two of us, in the voice that was not the ceremony voice but the one I used for the things that were true in the way that only the private versions of things were true. "I choose you," I said. "Thorian. You specifically. The Alpha and the man underneath the Alpha and every version in between and the ones I have not met yet. I choose all of it."

" Yoel had been my right-hand man, the one I had banked on in my previous life, giving him nearly half of our resources to rise to the occasion. However, the moment he became Underboss, he turned on us, stealing secrets that led to our ruin. I gave him an icy stare, my lips curling into a sneer. My reaction only served to enrage them further; their faces contorted with fury. "Shirley, it doesn't matter who you pick. We're not sticking around," one spat out. "I'll see to it that you end up all alone! "We're sticking with Amelia. She's not some pampered principessa like you. She needs us by her side!" As they spoke with such conviction, I, who had been on the verge of announcing my engagement

She stood in the center of the crowd, surrounded by warmth and noise. Compared to her, my side of the office looked almost deserted. I stood alone in the corner. She smiled at me. I looked away, put on my coat, and left. That night, Ethan came home with his usual cool, effortless expression. I still could not stop myself from asking. "Ethan, did you invest in our company?" He looked up. Our eyes met. His expression barely changed. "Yes." I asked again, "Why did you choose us?"

she asks. “So happy,” I assure her. “From the day that I met you.” "Even with everything that people put us through?” “Absolutely," I reply. “Once I knew what it was like being with you, I wasn’t going to be able to let that go.” “Is that so?” “Yes,” I reply. “Did I ever thank you for choosing me?” “I chose you?” “You did. Because even though I saw you all the time, it was you who made the first move in that basement.”

I added, “you chose me.” I tilted my head. “Why?”

This should prove who I choose. My mate.

They can’t take me. I’ve already chosen.

I did not choose the beginning. I chose everything after it. I am choosing still. Every Tuesday. Every single one.