Absolute Choice Novels & Stories

This is an official marriage certificate from Avalon City Hall. The moment he saw the embossed seal, his face drained of color. Matthew just stood there, completely stunned.

"Now, I want you to gather as many warriors as you can, go to their pack, and massacre many. Bring heads to me. I want twice the number dead in their pack." "But alpha, this would only make things worse because they would do the same to us too. We should think of a better plan." My Beta says. "There is no better plan." "Alpha, you should think this through. You're still new to this. This isn't the best way to resolve conflicts like this. You need to think this through. " Darius, one of the council elders, utters. "Are you trying to say I'm wrong? Are you trying to question my authority?"

He thought of Avery, the girl who was built to need and was learning to want, and he chose her again, in the silence of the library, in the space between performance and becoming. "Let them watch," he said. "Let them report. Let Dante build his archive and Chelsea hers. This—" He raised their joined hands, visible, undeniable. "This is ours. Not negotiation. Not data. Just—" He searched for the word, found it. "Just boring. Just real. Just chosen." Avery smiled. The glow, controlled but present, the becoming he was witnessing without architecting. "Just chosen," she agreed. They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and wou

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’ve heard a saying that goes thus; if you want to make enemies, choose them wisely. I don’t believe I chose mine wisely. And I don’t believe there’s a saying like that actually… But it still makes sense because I could have chosen enemies who were less powerful and cruel so that my life’s predicament wouldn’t be as brutal. But I went ahead and did the opposite. But then again, sometimes, we are choiceless when it comes to selecting our enemies. Sometimes, it just happens naturally and we find random cruel people hunting us down and aiming to destroy our lives.

The handwritten copies are findings from Bibliothèque Nationale de France. [sic] The power of the imprint, or thrall, is irresistible. For such a bonding leaves no question of the physical and genetic perfection that would result from such a pairing. Among werewolves, the imprint is unique, a monogamous pairing. Among mere shifters, however, the imprint is of a common occurrence. As in the animal world, the female shifter is able to choose her mate from among many males vying for her attention. Her final selection is often only from those she alone has deemed genetically acceptable.

“Evelyn… You… All these years, I couldn’t find you because you married Howard? How could you marry someone else?” Daniel finally looked at him, his gaze cold and full of contempt. “You have no right to call her by name.” I wiped my face, my lips curling into a bitter smile. “And you have no right to question me. You never loved me. Every gift you ever gave me was trash.” James stammered, “Who said I didn’t love you? Those cheap gifts were just tests! I wanted to see if you really loved me for me! That bouquet of free roses was the final test! If you passed, I would’ve given you five percent of Smith Group’s shares!”

Alice's breathing accelerated when the old man paused turning the page and pointing at it. "We called such benefit from Moon Goddess "a choice" Alpha Raymond was one of the rare cases who had gotten a choice. He had a choice of accepting the girl who wasn't destined for him, he had the whole decision in his hand to change the destiny decided for him before he was born, and you were the girl benefited to him as a choice." Alice's lips parted in pure astonishment, so they weren't destined to be mates from the very start, but why would Moon Goddess gave Raymond a choice?

“You may not return.” Ronan didn’t look at it. “I know.” I looked between them, heart pounding. “And if I refuse?” I asked. Ashael’s gaze softened—just slightly. “Then the Old Standard crowns their Absolute,” it said. “And the hunt ends with your silence.” The choice pressed down on me—heavy, unavoidable. Behind me, the Freebound stirred. Ahead of me, the unknown waited. I clenched my hands. “Show me,” I said. The ground beneath our feet cracked—not breaking, but opening.

We’re beyond existence and I’m furious about it. “You didn’t wait for my answer!” I shout at Absolute, unified voice carrying both death-counselor’s indignation and survival-entity’s rage. “I was CHOOSING and you just, you grabbed us anyway!” “I knew what you’d choose,” Absolute replies with cosmic certainty that makes me want to punch something that doesn’t have form to punch. “You’d say no. Stay with saved reality. Protect consciousness you fought for. That’s your pattern, sacrifice transcendence for others’ survival. So I eliminated the choice. Brought you here anyway. You’re welcome.”