Absolute Choice Novels & Stories

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

"It's a choice we can make again, right now, independent of whether the specific history that first produced it survives his working." "Then let's make it," I said, feeling something steady and certain k****e beneath the fraying uncertainty, a small, unshakable flame in the endless, formless white. "Alaric—I choose you. Not because a blindfold slipped, not because of any specific sequence of events that led us here. I choose you, right now, in this exact moment, regardless of whether the architect manages to unmake everything that came before." "I choose you too," Alaric said immediately, fierce and absolute. "Freely. Completely. Whatever happens to the timeline that first brought us togethe

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.

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."

Daniel shook his head slightly. “No,” he said. “It’s alignment.” --- Victor stepped forward again, his presence sharper now, more focused, because the direction of this conversation was confirming something he had not wanted to accept. “Alignment removes choice,” Victor said. Daniel met his gaze without hesitation. “Misaligned choices remove themselves,” he replied. --- Silence. Because that answer— was too clean. Too structured. Too precise. --- Ariana stepped in. “That’s not freedom,” she said firmly.

Tomorrow, I may be forced to choose him over the world. I don’t know which choice will damn me faster. Outside, voices rise. Not chanting. Arguing. Choosing. And somewhere, the enemy smiles. Because the open break is always the easiest place to push.

Because choice was real making outcomes uncertain despite orchestration attempting to ensure specific results. The memory ended. Understanding complete. Grandmother's final secret revealed. Knowledge that could save or doom depending on whether Luna understood implications correctly when correctly meant comprehending that divine neutrality wasn't opposition but was foundation for genuine choice enabling opposition when opposition served love authentically chosen instead of just fulfilling alternative prophecy.

He pulled back slightly and wiped away my tears. “That’s what I meant when I said you saved my life again,” he said softly, resting his forehead against mine. Aryk interrupted our moment. “You passed one of the hardest tests for any sorcerer. You could have easily chosen the path she’d shown you – the path to darkness and power.” He looked at the two of us. “You chose love and light, even at the risk of harm. Many seasoned sorcerers would have fallen for that trick. It’s not always easy to see the truth.”