Novel & Cerita Choice Book

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.

In my last life, I chose to marry Julian, the man I’d adored for years. He betrayed me and tormented me until my dying day. Reborn, I found myself back at the moment the Don asked for my choice. Without hesitation, I pointed to Damien, the man rumored to be a sickly cripple. "The choice has been made." I walked out of Don Alistair’s study, the heavy oak door clicking shut behind me. The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

All I took was a sketchbook—my childhood drawings. Grace won first place. The cheers from the living room filtered through the walls. Then I heard Grace's pout. "The award ceremony is the same day as Eleanor's wedding. You all can't come with me. I'll be so alone."

"You made a fool of yourself for a woman. What a disgrace!" He waved his hand, and the butler handed him a stack of files. Philip tossed them in front of Jonathan impatiently. "Go through the files. These are daughters from proper families. They're not as rich as us, but they're better than that college girl you're dating. Break up and come back. Marry one of these girls, then inherit the family." But those words seemed to strike a nerve in Jonathan, and he shoved the files away. Philip shivered in rage. "What are you doing? One of these days, you'll give me a heart attack!"

"Luna Queen, the pact was simple. I had to choose between your two sons. I never said I had to pick Damian." Luna Queen's brows furrowed. She considered my words. "You're saying... you want Titus?" I nodded. "I choose Alpha Titus as my mate." Then I faced the gathered Alphas, my smile widening. "The bonding ceremony will proceed as scheduled in three days. You're all welcome to attend."

p "Brandon." He smiled, a small, tiny smile, just a quick barely there lift of his lips, but I saw it, and I wanted to see it again. I sighed. "I'll be honest and say, I put off thinking about all of this as much as possible. You have to understand that this isn't normal–I mean, two boys fighting for me? I'm up for that. But two twins who look exactly alike that I've barely known for five weeks asking me to choose between them? On top of that, one them isn't even gay–It's a lot at stake here and I'm not talking about my job–just in general. I really don't want to waste my time, Brandon. This isn't some teen drama." His head fell forward when he nodded.

Derick is standing in the doorway with a scowl on his face. I stuff the pictures in my back pocket. “I... uh...was just looking for something to read.” I turn to the book shelf and grab any book. I read it. “War and Peace. Sounds good.” I tip the book at him and walk past. He eyes me the whole way. I run up the stairs to my room and lock the door. I bounce on my bed and lay out the pictures. I pick up one of my mother and Darren kissing her cheek. I smile.

“You’re assuming love must choose between people.” The Reader’s expression hardened. “Then prove me wrong.” Seraphina looked at Sophia. Sophia looked at Lucien. Lucien nodded. “Together.” They joined hands. Noah. Death. The Devil King. Adrian. Elias. Eve. Everyone joined them. The Reader stared. “What are you doing?” Sophia smiled. “Choosing everyone.” The Choice That Broke the Book Seraphina raised her hand. The golden light returned. “I choose my mother.”

she asked, with the genuine, focused curiosity she brought to things she actually wanted to know. I told her. She listened with the complete, attentive quality she gave things that mattered, and when I'd finished, she was quiet for a moment. "That's the right book," she said. "The first one changed how people who already had choices thought about their choices. This one might change whether people who don't think they have choices understand that they do." I looked at her, feeling the specific, overwhelming pride that her particular quality of understanding reliably produced. "Yes," I said. "That's exactly it."

Ezra couldn’t move. His brain was stuck, replaying those three words like a broken record. I choose you. They didn’t belong to him. They weren’t meant for someone like him. They were the kind of words that went to pretty, soft-spoken omegas with clean reputations and perfect smiles—not to the sharp-tongued stray hiding at the edge of the firelight. The clearing was dead silent. Every pair of eyes turned his way like he’d just set off a bomb.