Absolute Choice Novels & Stories

Alpha Clause said in his velvety deep voice as I felt his hot gaze on me. I chuckled softly as I entered the closet and started looking around for what to wear as I replied to him in a yell, "I'm the lucky one here, Clause. You aren't only good looking and hot, but you're also an Alpha, one of the Five. You're literally one of the most desirable men in our land." My eyes landed on a blue dress that would match his blue top and I grabbed it, pulling it off its hangers as I heard him reply, "Well, you're desirable, Fay. You don't see yourself like the rest of the world and I see you."

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.

Good solution, my ass. I don't see a good solution to my problem. Because if I choose the right one I will still cry. I’m still the loser in the end. I will still be left behind. I will be miserable. Though I have an option, I'd rather live miserably than snatch an innocent child's right of having a complete family.

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.”

“ Cover your cognizance, mama , pater . ” I glanced at my parents and cringed. “ For your information. I have n’t fucked someone differently. What you felt, ” I felt a vicious grin spreading across my face. “ What you felt was only the morning if you do n’t accept. I ’m not your mate; I rejected you. ” I growled. “ The Moon Goddess blessed me with a alternate mate. It’s further than what you ’ll get. ” I teased. “ No. That’s not. That’s not possible, ” he stammered. “ Clara is my mate, and I intend on marking her. If you know what’s good for you. You ’ll accept the rejection. ” Leon blazoned. “ I ’ll noway accept, ” He snarled. “ You ’ll come back to me, Clara. He

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.

Letting me know that I was right where I needed to be. "And yet I still choose you," I replied dropping my gaze down to his pink lips that appeared a deeper shade under the setting sun. And as he placed his lips on mine, with his attentive touch and taste all uncertainty dissipated into nothing for this moment in time where we made the choice to choose us above all forces trying to push us on opposite sides.

Choose nothing over everything. Infinite Auroras choosing death. Infinite realities going dark. Infinite victories by losing. By refusing to be absorbed by choosing to not exist. It's the ultimate refusal. The final choice. The absolute no. And it might just work. Or it might just kill us all for nothing. But it's the only option left. The only choice remaining. The only way to beat the Absolute. By choosing the one thing it can't absorb. The one thing it can't become. The one thing it can't control.