Novel & Cerita Aku Bukan Pilihan

" you really dont have a choice, insist" " fine but your paying" " sure"

with a hint of irritation in her voice. Kevin was going to argue back but saw me coming and asked me, “Alright let’s see what lily chooses, so lily apple or banana?” looking hopeful that I will choose banana. I looked between them and said, “Come on guys people can like both, it’s not like fruits get offended.” rolling my eyes, “Now come on I’m hungry.” They nodded but continued arguing, they didn’t even hear what I said. I just shook my head at their childish act and followed them checking my phone for any messages. I saw messages from my friends asking me if I liked the town, the school and how was my day.

“I know. They’ve been whispering. You’re young, you’re effective, and you’ve captured public admiration. They don’t like that combination.” Sarah looked down at her plate, her mind racing. “What do you want me to do?” Julia’s gaze softened slightly. “Nothing rash. But remember this — leadership is not built on kindness alone. There are times when you’ll have to choose between mercy and dominance.” Sarah’s fingers tightened around her fork. “And which one do you choose?” Julia smiled faintly. “Whichever keeps the throne standing.” The words hung in the air, heavy and sharp. They finished the dinner in silence. Sarah listened, nodded, but didn’t speak much after that. She understood Julia’s me

Her voice sharpened. "My company has a top-tier design team. If you want a fresh start—want to pursue design—you can come back and work with me! We don't have to separate. We don't have to get divorced. "Things can go back to how they were—working together, going home together. Everything—" I cut her off. "We can't go back, Sylvie. My job now suits me just fine. And I don't want to go back to that house." "Why not?!" she demanded, her voice tight with frustration and confusion. "Is it still about that suit? You've thrown your tantrum, and I even convinced my parents and Tyler not to hold it against you. What else do you want?"

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.

she replied. “For two weeks, you say?” He seemed to think for a while. “I might buy one of your father’s pieces, but I don’t feel like going farther into the shop and exposing myself more to the risk of contracting the sickness. What do you recommend I buy from your father?” Mary felt her heart take a leap. She turned around and walked towards the objects. She knew he wanted the beer flagon. But it was one of the most expensive items in the shop. Would it seem desperate if she showed him that? Should she choose something else? She hesitated for a moment before taking up a piece of cloth and wrapping it around the flagon before heading back towards Mr. Sansi.

Alright then you don't have to sign the contract, you can go stay at the house. There was no way he was going to let her go and get hurt again, what if she doesn't survive it this time, he thought? ***** The house was t was a four-bedroom duplex, she wondered how Howard could get such an apartment for sex. "Why didn't he just do that at his house, his house was big enough to contain

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.

“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

"You read my journal." "The one you hid poorly. Yes." He stood, moved toward her, maintaining the distance that was also intimacy. "You lied to me, Avery. You told me it was Phase Two, the dare, the framework. But it wasn't. It was—" He stopped, the word sticking, the admission that cost him. "It was choice. Real choice. The expansion I said I wanted for you." "And?"