3 Choices Novels & Stories

Grayson “It doesn’t look that evil and intimidating,” Thomas joked. “I don’t like it,” Abby said softly, and I put my arm around her. “It’s still so far away,” Rose lamented. “At least it’s something new to look at,” Cat mumbled. It took us another three days trudging through the soupy sand to actually get there, and when we did, it appeared to be abandoned. “I don’t think anyone is home,” Rose said. “I hope we’re in the right place.”

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I know, I have seen the both of them, Alpha Kelvin and Queen Aurora wearing the regalia, I have no idea if it is a single piece or clothings arranged together to have that look. Fiona’s eyes widen when my gaze lands on a particular spot. I walk forward and I reach out to the chair, different colors at least four are in the bag, the bag is sealed, white and transparent. I signify tearing the bag and Fiona nods so at least, now, I know, I’m not in the wrong to rip the bag apart. The regalias are all the same but with different colors so I’m heavily guessing each color for a particular day. I lay all of the regalia on the bed and I start pointing at each of them.

Amelia asked. Names were tossed into the air; Felix, Caleb, even a random servant boy got a vote. But me? I stayed quiet. My fingers busied themselves with a folded fruit napkin, trying not to betray the truth written all over my face. I could almost hear my wolf chuckle. Then Olivia turned to me. “Tessa?” she asked, one brow lifted, eyes gleaming with trouble. I tried to shrug it off. “I… I can’t decide. They all look okay to me.”

He rushes out of the office and asks for her address it must have been included in her CV. He reaches the address and knocks on the door but there was no response. "Where could she have gone, "he thought. His heart started beating fast which irritated him, there was no way this was happening to him. He was informed by her neighbors that she hasn't been home for three nights which made history worse. It could have been something different but for some reason, he could tell something was wrong. He was sure she had no friends yet, so there could see be. He immediately recalls one of the faces of the guys from that night.

Right then, Nathaniel changed his words. "However, you can also choose another way to repay me. For example, give me a few children." His voice was a little hoarse. Samantha's face reddened. She shrank back despite herself. She had no plans to get pregnant, but then she thought Nathaniel probably cared about it, and it mattered a great deal to him. What should she do? Seeing her posture, Nathaniel lifted his fingers from her tightly held waist and toyed with her soft lips as he asked, "You don't want to?"

As I signed the divorce papers for the third time, I moved through the familiar steps with practiced ease. I could have done it in my sleep, having been through the drill three times already. Henry Johnson clutched the divorce certificate, his eyes darting to his watch, his brow creased with impatience. "Go on ahead, I'll catch a cab back," I offered before he could say a word. A flicker of surprise crossed Henry's face, but it was quickly replaced by a look of regret as he spoke, "Sorry, Melanie just landed, I..."

“Luca, if your father and I get divorced, who would you choose to stay with?” He froze. Standing there helplessly, his lips pressed so tightly they turned pale. After a long time, he finally spoke in a low voice. “Dad would be sad. “Mom, he just made one mistake. Don’t divorce him, okay?” I looked at him as my heart slowly sank. The moment he hesitated, the answer had already become clear. He chose to stand with his father. I raised my hand and gently touched his head, as calmly as I did every night when I used to put him to sleep.

Moose nodded and left the room. "You better speak up now Amanda!" He laughed crazily, circling the three girls. "Isn't there a way we can settle this amicably?" Alex suggested from his position at the corner. "Do not speak boy, you don't want me on you now." Alex gulped, "Sorry sir." He looked away from Torento, talking was really not the best solution.