Absolute Choice Mga Nobela at Kwento

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,”

Option three: the gap is deliberate. I want it to be option one. Option one means I got lucky. Option one means the universe, for once, tilted slightly in my direction without requiring me to earn it. Option one means I can use this access, quietly and carefully, and no one will know because no one intended for it to exist. Options two and three mean something else is happening. They mean that either the system is less secure than it appears—which would be a catastrophic misreading on my part—or that someone knows I'm here and has decided to let me move.

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

Broken. Then one spoke. "I choose. I choose existence. I choose something. I choose to become. Not because of arguments. Not because of demonstrations. Not because of logic. Because of Dawn. Because Dawn died proving existence is worthwhile. Because Dawn sacrificed showing love is real. Because Dawn ended demonstrating that something is infinitely better than nothing. I honor Dawn by choosing. I respect Dawn by becoming. I love Dawn by existing. I choose. I commit. I decide. I become." Another spoke. "I choose. For Dawn. For love. For existence. I choose."

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.

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.

"Loyalty bought by dominance isn't loyalty. It's convenience. I offer something rarer." "What?" "Choice." The word echoed. I felt Kael flinch three rows back. Felt it through the air, not through any bond we'd long since severed. "I chose to stay in the marsh when I could have crawled home. I chose to build when I could have begged. I choose, every morning, to serve wolves who owe me nothing and give me everything." I spread my hands. "Give me this vote, and I give you the first proof that choice works. Deny me, and you tell every stray in every territory that their only value is in who owns them."

The decision would come. It always did. Kael looked at Lyra. “…what if we don’t choose?” Silence. She met his gaze. “That’s not an option.” The thinking pattern confirmed immediately: “Non-selection results in system degradation.” The deciding presence followed: “Default alignment will be enforced.” Silence. Kael let out a quiet laugh. “…of course.” The bond pulsed again. Harder this time. Pulling. Stretching. Trying to align with one side.