Novel & Cerita Best Option Book

It was the conversation I had secretly recorded the last time Trinity had come to the estate. I had made sure to fully charge the phone before I died. I wanted Nathan to hear, loud and clear, the true nature of the woman he had chosen, the woman he had been willing to let me die for. A long silence followed. His fingers trembled as he reached for the letter. He pulled out the paper inside and began reading. I had written down every detail of how I had saved him back then, every part of the story that Trinity could never know. The more Nathan read, the redder his eyes became.

"Greyson, you knew territory was a sensitive topic among packs, yet you used it to cause strain among them and demanded military back-up. But in truth, you were hoping to secure your position through war and gain resources for yourself, right?" Before Greyson could reply, I punched another one of Cole's friends in the gut. "Lucas, you tried to manipulate the conflict in the Council of Elders to your advantage and spread rumors of certain packs allying themselves with bounty hunters. But you were secretly trying to stir up unrest so you could paint yourself as the next democratic representative, weren't you?" I threw Lucas toward another person. They collided together like pendulums. "Theodor

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...’’

I said as I stood at the top of the stairs, looking down at him in the living room. He put the pen down and looked at me, giving me a soft smile. "No matter what, I want to give you the best, Ms. Caldwell. I know you might not have feelings for me, but you always come first in my heart." As our eyes met, I felt a fleeting pang in my heart, something I hadn't felt in a long time. "You don't need to feel burdened," he continued with a gentle smile. "Just focus on being a beautiful bride."

she asked with a shaky voice. "What's wrong with hearing about the history of the Wizs?" he asked with a raised eyebrow. "No. I want something else. History is too boring." she grumbled. "Ok then. I do have another choice for you." he took out a black book with red vines on the cover. He smiled as he showed the book to her. "This is your second option." "No third alternative?" He shook his head. "Nah! No third option, Riri,"

As he was walking away, the lady then asked him, “If you don’t mind… do you want to sit at the same table then.” “Are you sure? There are-” “No, I- I insist… Since this corner of the café is the best spot to read, I always sit here, I don’t mind sharing it with you.: “Ah sure, that spot was something I had my eye on since earlier.” Kayne replied. “AH, REALLY, let’s share it then!” Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other.

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.

"Obviously." He slid over a gift box, grinning. "Check it out. Anniversary present." Inside was my old design notebook—the one Lumi ripped to shreds. Every page was back together, the tears barely there. "It's proof of everything you've built." I lifted the notebook, still stunned—then spotted something underneath. A diamond ring. It was almost an exact match to one of my sketches. "I figured nothing would make you happier than seeing your design come to life." He said it all chill, like it wasn't a big deal. But the spark in his eyes? Total giveaway.

She walked up to me, raising her wrist to show off her watch. "See this? This is a real luxury watch. It costs at least 70 grand; it's way more expensive than that cheap knockoff your boyfriend gave you. Lisa, I'll let you in on a secret: I'm about to get promoted." She leaned in close, clutching the divider between our desks.

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.