Absolute Choice Novels & Stories

Alvara's Point of View In life, you are given several options. Decisions. When you choose one, the other option fades away. So we are told. You are given your mate by the Goddess herself. Two options are in front of you when you find that special person. The first, and the best, option is to accept that mate. Be with them until the day you die. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing you have someone only to yourself. The second option, and the road less traveled, is to reject your mate and live the rest of your life single. Men are more likely to choose this option than women, but it happens rarely.

"My son is stubborn. He believes in that cursed forbidden book. Believes loving his true mate will doom the kingdom." Jo blinked rapidly, her mind struggling to catch up. "But I don't believe in fate," Sarah said, voice soft but steady. "I believe in free will. And I believe the true catastrophe would be him living without you." Jo’s chest ached. Tears burned the back of her eyes. Sarah leaned in closer, her hand brushing Jo’s cheek. "You don't have to fight this alone," she said. "But you do have to choose." Jo tried to swallow the lump in her throat. For the first time in a long time, someone was giving her a choice, not a command, not an order. A real choice.

As a choice. The best kind.

The Absolute stared at me. "You would preserve suffering?" "I would preserve the possibility of overcoming it." --- The Nine Lights exploded outward. Suddenly, I heard voices. Not those of the Guardians. Voices from across the worlds. Millions of voices. A child choosing kindness. A ruler choosing mercy. A warrior choosing to lower a weapon. A person choosing to forgive. A person choosing to begin again. The Absolute staggered. "What is this?" I smiled. "Choice." "You cannot erase it." "Because every living heart creates it."

“Harold Walker… saw me. Not as a prize, not as a prophecy, not as a burden or a boy in need of saving. He saw me. From the first moment, he trusted me when others doubted. He gave me responsibility when I had nothing but faith in myself. And when the world put me on trial—when I was tested before billionaires in Milan—it was Harold’s belief in me that gave me strength. I have loved him hesitantly, but undeniably. And when he finally spoke his heart, I knew mine had already answered. Harold is not only my choice—he is my home.” The studio seemed to sigh as one. The interviewer leaned back, smiling. “So it is Harold Walker, then. Officially?” Henry nodded. “Yes. I have chosen Harold Walker. No

When he spoke, his voice rang out like a verdict. "The flame never chooses wrong, Maxim." He looked at his son with calculated coldness, as if he cared more about the family’s honor than any feelings. "Everyone must respect the power of the ancestors. It chose Aiyana. There’s nothing more to discuss." Maxim didn’t respond right away, but his eyes overflowed with contempt as he looked at me. He took a step back, distancing himself from everything that came with the choice. "The flame may have chosen, but I didn’t. I won’t let this control me." He was defiant, his voice tight with anger, as if his last shred of resistance was breaking with each word.

An unscrupulous company discharges toxic wastewater into the river, causing my whole family to be poisoned because we rely on that river for survival. Everyone in my family, including my aunts and uncles, lives in the same village. We're all waiting for an urgent antidote delivery to save our lives. My boyfriend is Harrison Somers, and his company is the only one with the antidote. So, I ask him for it. He agrees to come but doesn't show up after a long time. Ultimately, my family members die after being tormented by the toxic wastewater because they don't have the antidote. Meanwhile, Harrison shows up at the hospital with his childhood sweetheart because she accidentally sliced her fin

The service staff, rushing over, froze in place while staring at the Sullivans with confusion. The Sullivans exchanged looks, equally bewildered, unable to recognize who this person was. It was no surprise they didn't recognize him. Solomon had always been low-key, avoiding the media whenever possible. Though he was the wealthiest man in the country, he despised flaunting his fortune. He had raised me with the principle that one should hide their wealth and not show off. That was also why Giselle had no clue about my true identity.

I knew what it does to the way you hold yourself , the slight permanent tension of a person who has gotten used to being the only thing standing between something important and the thing that wants to destroy it. I did not say any of this. I have come to realize Some things are better understood than spoken, at least at first..I asked about the compound carefully……the way you reach for something that might still have an edge ,it was not timid, but deliberate, the way you pick up a glass you are not sure is broken. He gave me what he can. The compound targets a specific genetic architecture , not a general wolf biology, but a precise sequence that was rare and specific to certain bloodlines.