Choice The Book Novels & Stories

I nod and Skye continues, "You said you saw the branches in the book cover move, right?" "What does that have to do with anything? You saw how the librarian obviously didn't want me to go anywhere near it." I reasons out "That book is a relic. A rare one that is placed under the care of the academy for years but rumor has it that no one ever knew what was inside it. A relic like that can only be opened by those who are chosen." Skye explains, "If what you saw is true then the book probably chose you. You can read it and only you can."

I was surprised to see that apart from Victoria and Favour, Tobi and Chimdi were also in the library. "It means we don't have to go to class. Well courtesy of our dear boy Dili" Tobi hooped in and answered my question. Tobi was tall brown skin boy. He was lean but still had fats in the right places. I changed my gaze to Dili, raising a brow. Sure I knew Dili had some kind of privilege of not attending classes when he deemed it fit, but I didn't know he could also secure that privilege for us to. What kind of influence could he have in this school.

I admitted. “Then, my dears,” my grandmother said. “Perhaps, instead of waiting on Missy’s choice, we could see about Kenton’s.”

"How Not To Get Chosen," Belladonna mumbled to herself in her silvery voice, her blue eyes on the cover of the thin black book she had just picked. It was fairly covered in dust, making the letters on it a little unreadable. She went down the ladder, then blew the dust off the book which made her cough lightly. "By Moria Nakuriver," She mumbled the name of the author to herself and instantly shook her head. This book would be of no help because the author actually ended up being chosen as a bride.

She says and we decide to do it. She goes through a different shelf as I. The books on this shelf are large and thick. With different symbols of them. Some of which are really dusty and some as good as new. It's thrilling how amazing the books are. I can only imagine how long they've existed and also what it is about my father that just seems off. "Jay!" Brie snaps me from my thoughts. I turn to see her holding a black book. "I found this." She says trying to read the words on the cover.

"That's none of your business. This is my home. Get out. You're trespassing. If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police." Maybe it was my cold tone, but the little girl suddenly burst into tears and buried herself in Denise's arms. "Mommy, let's go, I'm scared!" Denise shot me a glare, then gave a nonchalant smile. "Aren't you curious how I got your house key? Jason gave it to me. This was our wedding home, you know? I picked it out myself. The furniture, the decorations—every little thing—I chose them all. Funny how all these years passed and he still didn't change the locks. Tsk tsk... If I hadn't made a silly mistake back then, you wouldn't have had your chance. Shouldn't you be

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Dear Readers, On behalf of everyone reading ’He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’, thank you for reading. I know you have many choices. Boy oh boy, you do have many choices. It’s crazy to think how many choices you have. In fact, some people think there are too many choices. Browsing through the endless books on this site can be like feeling hungry in a supermarket. Despite the beautifully displayed cornucopia, you often leave frustrated and unsatisfied. So once again, thank you for choosing to read ‘He Hurt Me, Now He Wants Me Back’.

“Order is inevitable!” But the wave of choice was not chaos—it was purposeful, deliberate, the sound of existence deciding for itself what it wanted to be. Cole and Lila merged their power with it, and together they reached for the Book of First Choices. The moment their hands touched its cover, they were pulled inside, into the very moment when existence was born.

"Dante. You knew I loved you for years. And you gave me nothing. I was a consolation prize. A substitute. An excuse to stay near Grace." "I didn't know—" "You never asked, Dante. You never once asked if being second place hurt." He couldn't speak. "Go back. I want to be someone's first choice." He stood there. Long enough that even the boy looked up. Then he turned and walked away. His back wasn't as straight as before. The yard fell quiet. Damien sat on the front step. The sun was warm. I sat beside him. "You heard all that?" I asked. He nodded.