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Certainty’s book hovered above their head, its pages turning on their own, revealing the first choice ever made—the moment when existence decided to be something instead of nothing. The words on the page glowed with absolute power, and as Certainty’s stone hand reached for it, reality itself began to shift. Worlds that had chosen peace began to prepare for war. Children who had picked up books dropped them for weapons. Scientists who had shared their discoveries locked them away. The single fixed path was taking hold, and there was no turning back unless action was taken now.

Or Marketing demand? I bit my lower lip, and scanned the books as well. ‘‘Uhmm… The first one. The Price strategy…’’ I found it hard to choose the options in front of me. ‘‘I need one that delves deeper into the details of the case study...’’ Julian gave a slight nod and quickly selected a book from the shelf without giving it any further consideration. ‘‘I would say that this one is pretty good. You might want to try this...’’

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"Snipers are in position. He's at the top-floor window across the square. Your call." "Not yet," I said. "He's got a backup plan." This wasn't suicide. It was just the opening of a larger game. "This is between me and him," I muttered, studying the bomb and mentally dissecting every wire. It was a brilliant, chaotic trap, defying all manuals. Only Rita's erratic intuition could navigate it. Any standard protocol would turn it into a fireball. Patrick was forcing me to play her game. He was trying to prove that they were right and that I was the fool who'd stifled their brilliance.

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.”

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

MIA With Kay-Os raging all over the east, I’m left feeling horrible. I was telling the truth when I told Grey I’d never take my choice back. Really, I can’t even if I wanted too, but I won’t regret my choice. I don’t wish people to die, though. When I made my choice, I was expecting our mysterious hero to show up just as Kay-Os did, but it seems he’s abandoned us. It’s the only regret I have. I put too much trust in Celine and Fate. I should have known they would be wrong.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

"Just yours." She held onto that word. Choice. It had been theoretical for so long,a thing she was fighting to restore for other people, a concept she'd defended without fully believing she'd get to practice it herself. Now it was just Tuesday morning, and a question about what to have for breakfast, and whether to walk left or right at the end of this block. Small choices. The best kind. She leaned her head against his shoulder as they walked. He adjusted without comment, making room for her weight, as though this too was simply the arrangement of things.

he replied Studying him now, “Do you believe in coincidence?” I asked “No," he replied “Then what do you believe in?” “Timing and decisions," he replied. “Plus people who are forced to make them," he continued. “You knew who I was when I walked in that day.” I ask "Yes, I do.” Mark replied “And you still hired me.” I said "Yes," he plied casually “So it wasn’t totally about my qualifications that you hired me." I continued He did not deny it. "No," he said