روايات وقصص ضمن Choices

"On this table are four slips of paper, each with a question... each one will be placed on my body. You choose where. If you don't want to answer..." "I'll lick the place where the paper was," he interrupts confidently. "Oh! I... well, all right," I stammer, wondering what I'm getting myself into.

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I mentally facepalmed myself. Anika and I didn’t raise our hands up because it was stupid, hence we were not adding to the vote, but even with our hands down, Clord, Feryt, and Gordius had already won the poll. They were the majority. 3 Vs 2. I looked at Feryt now and she shrugged, communicating to me that she wanted this argument to end as much as I did— and this was the only way. I looked away from her in my annoyance.

she shares with me. A chosen mate? What does that mean? As if sensing my confusion, Tamara continues, “A chosen mate is someone you choose to be your mate. You may really like or love them. And they are usually strong, so they can fight beside you against threats such as rogues,” she says to me as if she had not just dropped a bombshell on me.

I replied, staring over at her. Aryk slapped me on the back, “Well, here is my unsolicited advice. Don’t be afraid to go after what you want.” He looked at me meaningfully. “You have an opportunity here. Don’t let it slip away because you think you have to follow the orders of someone who isn’t even here. It is better to ask for forgiveness than permission in many cases.” He winked at me and walked away. I thought about Aryk’s words for a long time. That evening, I volunteered to take the first watch with Abby. She said nothing in response and instead wandered off to patrol the edge of the camp without me.

I scoffed, ruffling my short jet-black dyed hair that looked as if I hadn't run a brush through it in centuries, "anyway, this assignment is going to be the death of me. I swear." "What is it about?" Quinn reached over the space between us, grabbing the textbook and skimming through what was written. As she read, a broad smile began to split her lips, and then she chortled, blue eyes shimmering with amusement, "You've got to be kidding me? How have you not chosen anyone yet?" "I don't know who to pick," I answered with a shrug, "I mean, there are so many good options but I want to stand out. I don't want to do something that someone else in the class is possibly doing."

she assk He looks at me as if he thinks it's a trick question. I nod my head to let him know its okay to say yes. “Yes Luna” “ Grrr, so that means you have to listen to what I say correctly?” “ Yes Luna” “ So if I say call me Alice instead of Luna, and you don’t respect my wishes and call me Luna anyway that would be considered disrespectful , correct?” oh she found a loophole in my rule great “ Yes, I do believe you are correct, Alice.” Noah says making a huge smile go on her face as she looks at me knowing she just won this argument

I walked to her and asked her a question about what would look great outside to make the house look more lively. She gave me some suggestions and showed me some in all different colors and types . Once I had picked the ones I liked I saw if she could make an order to have them delivered being that I did order a lot and I wouldn't have space in my truck. "How about 1pm today ?" She asked " That's great, " I said that I have some time to rest .

Dale cheered. "Wow very good, now open your hymen and read from it and stop all these chatting, aunt is watching us." Zoe snapped. Dale ignored and tried to sing along but kept on crashing within its lyrics. She then decided to hum the melodious tune trying out all the four singing voices to know which suits her but she then did none, as she kept on singing off-key. The Matron noticed this and gave an awkward look to them both which Zoe alone noticed and replied with a shrug. As for Sale, she now sang in spirit, her hands in her chest and eyes closed.

"There's a difference. Pushing is aggressive. Not being present is just... abandonment dressed up as respect." "I don't know how to do this," I said. "Just move," Eli said. "Just let your hand touch mine. It's not a decision that needs strategy. It's just proximity. It's just connection." I turned my hand, and our fingers made contact on the counter. Not hands held. Just fingertips touching. Just that small acknowledgment of physical presence. The moment stretched. "I'm sorry," I said. "I know," Eli said. "But sorry isn't enough anymore. You need to show me that you're actually choosing this."