Absolute Choice Novels & Stories

“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!”

“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.

Tegan, your fiancé will definitely find another one for you. Trinity had always been overbearing, using her illness as an excuse to take things from me. But I never imagined she'd go as far as trying to take a kidney from me, too. I pried her hands off me, refusing her word for word, "We were always meant to get one kidney each. If you want both, the hospital would never agree. "And neither would I. I've waited so long for this, and I'm finally getting my transplant so I can marry Nate. Besides, who knows if I'll even live long enough to wait for another match? Trinity, one kidney is enough for you."

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.

“Immediately. That choice binds the outcome without requiring you to… entertain all five options.” Elowen stared at him. “You’re saying I can skip all of that?” she asked slowly. “Yes.” “And just pick one?” “Yes.” Her mind raced. That sounded too easy. Too convenient. “How do I choose?” she asked. Zevrian didn’t hesitate. “You choose me.” Silence filled the room. Elowen blinked. “I’m sorry—what?” “You choose me,” he repeated calmly. “That is the decision you make.” Her brows furrowed, suspicion rising quickly. “And why would I do that?”

" I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur. Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call. "Hello—" But the moment the line connected and before the person on the other end could finish speaking, she abruptly hung up and flung the phone aside. "No. Sebastian, I can agree to anything else, but not this! If he goes to prison, his life will be over." I already knew what she'd choose. Smiling, I walked over slowly and bent down to pick up the phone. "Do you see it now? You're torn between two people. Beatrice, that isn't real love. If you've chosen him, don't come back. It'l

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.