Best Books In Choices Novels & Stories

"You refuse the offer and maintain your independence. There's poverty and hardship and suffering, but the community stays free, genuinely and completely free. And there's more death there too, immediate death, faster death, the kind that comes from having inadequate resources when a crisis hits." "Both paths lead to more death?" "All paths lead to death. The question is what kind, and how many, and whether you can justify it to yourself afterward." She lowers herself into a chair like her legs have given up on her. "I can't tell you which path is right. I can only tell you both are real and both are possible, and your choice is what determines which future actually comes." "That's not exactl

I'm not going to care about how close you've been these past three years because I don't want you anymore. "Besides, your son won't be lacking the care of a mother because of me now, so leave." When Madelyn heard that, she looked hurt. "Samuel, I've only ever loved you. You know I'd never be with Jackson. And the only reason I've chosen to be with you is because I love you! I only helped him and cared for Mason out of a sense of responsibility." Alas, I couldn't feel her love. How could she claim I was the one she loved after abandoning me for another man and his child?

Or Sarah? Either choice carried consequences. Heavy ones.

But it was still a fence. Luther put his arm around my shoulders. “We wanted it to learn the value of human choice,” he murmured. “The ambiguity. The conflict. It learned. And its conclusion is that our best choices are often the ones we don’t make.” The aurora flared, a brilliant, silent cascade. A beautiful, uncaring phenomenon. Or perhaps, a sign. A fence of light, holding back the dark, and holding us in.

"Then don't choose. Walk away. Let someone else be the hero." "There is no one else. It's me or no one." I looked at him. "The prophecy was clear. Cycle-born. Three lives. Three choices. I'm the only one who fits." "Prophecies can be wrong." "This one isn't. You know it. I know it." I rested my head on my knees. "I just wish I knew which choice was right. Or if any of them are." Kharo was quiet for a moment. Then: "When I was young, my father told me something. He said the hardest choices aren't between good and evil. They're between bad and worse. And the only way to make them is to decide what you value most."

Only choice. The word sat heavy in Ava's mind. She had thought she understood it, had believed that her decisions throughout this crisis had been freely made. But looking back, she saw the architecture of necessity that had shaped every move, the invisible constraints that had narrowed her options until only one path remained visible. True choice required more than the absence of obvious coercion. It required the presence of genuine alternatives, each with its own legitimacy, each demanding its own sacrifice.

As a choice. The best kind.

"Go home, Grace. I know I'll never be you. I don't want to be. You shine your way. I'll shine mine. It's small. But I can see it." Grace's mouth twisted. "You're still just second-rate, Eleanor. Don't pretend you're some philosopher." Her heels clicked away. The door stayed open. Dante was standing in the frame, holding something. He didn't step inside. He put it on the table. The pink diamond ring. "No more two choices. It's yours." I looked at it. Cold. Once, I'd dreamed of him choosing something just for me. He was still giving me Grace's things.

They left the reception way too early, so he’ll cross them out of the list too. Vren grits his teeth, contemplating his choices. There’s Andrei who’s been the best man to Kathie’s maid of honor – a fiery redhead that he had occasional conversations with. The best man and the maid of honor was a great pair. They would’ve hookup last night if only Andrei swings that way. So far, said pair had the same interests and “preferences.” Four brothers (one of which is the groom) and one sister – all could have been of use at crises like this one. Vren Parkinson, a second of five siblings, only has one more choice: his friend Nathaniel Forester.

** {Anika’s POV} I was confused about the choice I had to make— muddled by the options presented before me. The West and South were no-go-areas as both Divisions were creeping with Ferals— so I’ve heard. Hence, I had to choose between the North and the East to go find Ciril, whereby if I chose wrongly, I may never find her in time before the Reigns came crashing down. It had been a confusing choice to make but I had to make one. And now, I was standing on the soil born from the choice I had made— and hopefully it was the right choice.