Best Books In Choices Novels & Stories

Five years ago, Samantha Manning was seven months pregnant when her husband Channing Lane's first love, Sydney Ingram, caused her to lose the baby. But what hurt most was what Channing said to her. "Syd didn't mean it. She can't go to prison." He signed a letter of forgiveness in Samantha's name regardless of her wishes. Five years later, Sydney returned from studying abroad. Harold Lane, the son Samantha had adopted, said to her, "You're a bad woman! You're always picking on Sydney!" Only then did Samantha finally understand that there had never been a place for her in that family. Furious, Samantha fought back. She took back everything she had lost and took back the love she ha

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

Malcolm watched, eyes flickering like he couldn't help it, even if he'd never say it out loud. "You used to be high-society," he said. "If you married me, you could've stayed home, played housewife. Why bother learning any of this?" *** Lumi slipped on a piece and scoffed. "No wonder this stuff's selling. You talk a big game. Too bad all you can do is hawk it—bet it's 'nothing' like the ones you actually design." I raised a brow, then smiled. "Appreciate the compliment. Hate to break it to you, but the piece you're wearing? I designed it."

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

LOGAN WEDNESDAY "These reports look good. It takes a few years to meet someone dedicated. I'm glad that person was you and I didn't make the wrong choice." Choice. I An illusion in today's world. We always had a choice, decided our date, lies whispered by your internal compass to manage you. Ib reality, we had to live with some pre determined circumstance. Most times we live in the façade of control whereas we're a bunch of mindless robots.

she asked. “I didn’t have a choice” he said still looking at me and no one else. “Did you give her a choice” she shouted at him. “Did you explain what would happen, you knew you had a connection with her. That you could bond with her if she drank your blood and you still did it anyway, you selfish bastard". "I did it for her" he shouted back. "You did this for you, you wanted to bond with her from the moment you seen her in the clearing, and you didn’t even give her a choice, you took that away from her, you’re as bad as her Alpha mate” Indy scolded him and tears burnt my eyes.

Every time he looked at me, like I was precious, not owned, not bartered, but precious, it made something break loose in my chest. Maybe that was what love was supposed to feel like. Not a cage. Not a bargain. But a choice, wrapped in gentle laughter. Lucian. The name popped up in my head, and I shoved it back down. Not today. After the bookstore, Benjamin took me to a small café for sandwiches and juice. We found a seat by the window, sunlight catching on his hair. I watched him as he read through my shopping receipts, double-checking them with that calm, methodical way of his.

"Thomas, I knew you still loved me! Believe me, I won't do this again. I swear!" "Giselle." When she heard me call her name, her eyes lit up with hope. But my next words extinguished that light immediately. I looked at her seriously. "If you left me because I couldn't offer you a better life, I wouldn't blame you. I'd even wish you well. But you should never have lied to me. If you have feelings for Kevin, that's your choice, but you shouldn't have lied to me, claiming the child was mine. You should've told me you guys were getting married too, instead of letting me work tirelessly to buy you things."

If not for the book title—A Guide to Prenatal Care for Babies—it might have looked like he was analyzing financial markets or academic papers. His desk was stacked with books, ranging from early childhood education to pregnancy care essentials, and preventing postpartum depression. Jesse wasn't just invested in the baby anymore. Unbeknownst to him, Mia had already crept into his heart. His body had betrayed Courtney, and it was only a matter of time before his heart followed. Courtney found herself wondering when Jesse came home to find her gone, would he panic like last time? Would there be frantic calls to the police and private investigators?

I drove Dime and me over to the closest Barnes and Noble, “Books, books, books,” Dime sang as we parked “I see we are excited,” I laughed as Dime quickly opened her door “Well, of course,” Dime said. We entered the store and separated so we could look at the books we wanted, I headed to the fiction adventure section while Dime went to the romance section. “Let’s see here,” I whispered to myself as I looked for the books I wanted “Is there anything I can help you with?” a voice asked from behind me