Novel & Cerita Absolute Choice

“Stalingrad was . . . extreme circumstances.” To Bill’s left, a very tall man—his neck lanced by a purple surgical scar—steps forward and speaks up, the words echoing Bill’s cadence. “A species that can’t behave well under extreme circumstances is a species that doesn’t deserve to live. Even in normal times, they always choose the worst option. You remember what living in Bill was like.” We turn to this new node in the network. “Bill was extreme circumstances, too.”

he lets out angrily, voicing out his frustration. “That is my decision, Edmond. I do not owe you an explanation for my decision. If you had brought a decent girl like Nicole here, maybe I would have given you my approval and let you have the company. But you chose her and I have to be sure that she is not a gold-digger before I give you my blessings!” he scolded him furiously, making Nicole so proud and excited to be named as the chosen one.

Clef said “You are speaking in parables,” the guard said “She is the chosen one, the one we truly need,” Clef said Calla was shocked, the term ‘chosen one’ doesn't resonate well. Harper also showed her surprise and Calla could tell it was the first time she will be hearing that word. Clef continued “There's only one authority that can pass her judgement and that is Alpha Gideon. This is my conclusion, let's take her to Alpha Gideon and from there we can know what's next,”

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

he replied Studying him now, “Do you believe in coincidence?” I asked “No," he replied “Then what do you believe in?” “Timing and decisions," he replied. “Plus people who are forced to make them," he continued. “You knew who I was when I walked in that day.” I ask "Yes, I do.” Mark replied “And you still hired me.” I said "Yes," he plied casually “So it wasn’t totally about my qualifications that you hired me." I continued He did not deny it. "No," he said

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

Laken’s ultimatum hung over me like a storm cloud. “Two weeks, Arden,” he had said, his voice like a blade slicing through the air. “Extract her core or introduce her to the pack. If you don’t, the Alpha Pack will take matters into their own hands.” Two weeks. Fourteen days to decide her fate. Extracting her core would strip Olivia of her powers, leaving her a hollow version of herself. It would break her spirit and possibly kill her. But introducing her to the Alpha Pack would be even worse. They didn’t see people—they saw weapons, threats, and tools for their own gain. Olivia, with her dormant powers as a nine-tailed fox, was all of those things to them.

she replied. “For two weeks, you say?” He seemed to think for a while. “I might buy one of your father’s pieces, but I don’t feel like going farther into the shop and exposing myself more to the risk of contracting the sickness. What do you recommend I buy from your father?” Mary felt her heart take a leap. She turned around and walked towards the objects. She knew he wanted the beer flagon. But it was one of the most expensive items in the shop. Would it seem desperate if she showed him that? Should she choose something else? She hesitated for a moment before taking up a piece of cloth and wrapping it around the flagon before heading back towards Mr. Sansi.

Because now— If I do not choose— The system will tear itself apart trying to decide. And I whisper the truth before I can stop myself. “I have to pick one.” Silence. Then— “No,” Adrian says. But even he can hear it. Even he can feel it. There is no third option left. Not anymore. The system pulses again. Cracks forming deeper now. The split widening. Time running out. And this time— There is no delay. No negotiation. No alternative. Only the choice. And whatever I decide— One version of this world— Will not survive.

Alexander said quietly, “we don’t both walk out of this.” His eyes never left her. Not even for a second. And that was what made it worse. Because it wasn’t the system deciding anymore. It was them. Aurora swallowed once. “What decides it?” she asked. A beat of silence. Then PRIMARY CORE CANDIDATE REQUIRED. The system spoke like it was correcting reality itself. Not offering a choice. Eliminating one. Aurora’s fingers twitched again. Barely visible. But Alexander noticed. He always did.