Carefully Picked Novels & Stories

He caressed it slowly and gently. Diana tried to stay very still.She wanted to satisfy her curiosity.For this reason,she must not give herself away. The man leaned in,his hot peppermint breath mingling with hers. "You've never looked this beautiful" he whispered

He said and I clenched my fists even tighter. “You’re really pushing your luck here, elder!” I said, trying to keep calm even though I wanted to be the opposite of calm. “I am strong, fearless, and pure-hearted— I’m all of those things!” I voiced. “But then the moon goddess didn’t pick you. Why?” He muttered. “The Goddess picked another… which means that the person she chose possessed those required characteristics to the fullest— more than you did.” He said and I didn’t immediately respond as I started to ruminate over his words.

Her gaze now matched my own, staring into the dark abyss. "I don't know." I sighed. "The girl just told me to have us continue north on this side of the river till we reached safety. I don't know where that is, but I won't give up till we all get there safely." Some of the girls nodded- the smaller girl I carried scooted closer to me and rested her head in my lap. She looked so young. Much too young for this to have happened to her. "I think the bird's done." The girl I gave my other stick to said, analyzing her own piece of meat. We all raised our piece of meat to our drooling lips. Nothing was heard but the juicy sound of meat being torn into. It was music to my ears.

James was a little laid-back and usually liked to take risk and have fun, Jaden on the other hand was more of a mature person and took everything very seriously. Sometimes when they were busy they would leave a note or inform her prior hand so that she would not go downstairs in their absence just in case she would come face-to-face with someone like Albert. There was always a lot going on in the mafia house which meant nobody paid attention if she was downstairs there but they didn't want to take any risk.

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.

"Bright lights. Cold air conditioning. Glass counters with everything arranged too precisely. The whole space had a quality that felt deliberate rather than incidental - as though the environment had been designed to remove ambiguity." "And what were you doing." "I was choosing," I said. "Not hesitating. Not second-guessing. I knew exactly what I was looking for and I was looking for it with the specific focus of someone who had already decided before they walked in." He did not interrupt. "I picked something up," I continued. "Small. Black. The kind of thing that has been designed to be lightweight and unobtrusive, to fit in a palm without drawing attention. I remember turning it over, exam

he started, but I had to speak. “I have heard that before. Why? Because of how they look or how they feed? That doesn’t make them any different from any other beast in the woods. And they don’t feed from people who are not willing, they always have their consent and they know when to stop. We don’t choose who we fall in love with.” “How do you know?” Eliphas pitched in, “you’ve only known one of them for a few days and you already had him mark you.” “I just know,” I replied, giving him a stare. He was not going to change my mind. I don’t care what they said about them, the Moores have only shown me kindness and respect. They have made me feel welcome in their home. Even the villagers have.

His eyes widened when he saw two girls wandering in the woods as though they were looking for something. It was Jane and Grace. Jane had told Grace what she observed. She was the only one affected by the strawberry scent which means that whoever had that scent is none other than her mate. When she entered the woods, she had no doubt about it. It was as strong as when Jaden came to the training ground. "Common now Prince George, if you are here, show yourself already." Jane said almost frustrated. She had been searching aimlessly. It felt like the scent was running away from her. Well he was actually running away from her.

Quieter but more alive. "She's careful," I said. "She's a very careful woman. She has been careful for a very long time. But there is a specific and particular quality of careful that is different from the ordinary careful, a careful that is careful because the thing being managed is real rather than because there is nothing to manage." "You think she has feelings for him."

Slow. The word that described what followed was slow in the way that slow was sometimes the most precise available option. Slow in the way of two people who had been through the wrong version of this and then the breaking of the wrong version and then the long careful work of building something that could hold the real version. He was careful with the ice. Not careful in the way of someone who was afraid of getting it wrong. Careful in the way of someone who understood that the getting it right was the entire point and required his full attention and he was giving his full attention freely without being asked to.