Novel & Cerita Aku Bukan Pilihan

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

It wouldn't do well to so casually swap lives with others. Besides, one shouldn't assume that a single choice could dictate their entire life. Humans always yearned for the path not taken, but the truth was, whatever path they chose was the right one. There was no one definitive answer.

It was a message. He will never choose you.

DO NOT BUY. Wait. What?!

No matter what we choose. ---

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

But then she noticed something—something on my face. In the past, any time I had to go out in public, I'd hire a makeup artist to cover the scars. I'd keep my head down, avoid the cameras, avoid the stares. But not today. My face was bare. No makeup. No shame. And my expression—was confident. "Johnny… your face…" Before she could finish, Leila called out from across the hall, waving at me. "Johnny, we're up next!" I didn't want to waste another second with them. I gave her a calm, even look and replied, "As you can see. And Sylvie—newsflash: not everything in the world revolves around you."

Or Sarah? Either choice carried consequences. Heavy ones.

Because losing? Not an option.

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.