Choices Ride Or Die Novels & Stories

Amanda Pov Okay, I seriously made the biggest decision of my life without even consulting my girlfriend but now I can’t back out from this. One look on her face and I was sure I am not going to regret this decision ever in my life. God please help me what bizarre I created now and was I really ready for this or not. When we reach our room Maaya literally pull her hand out from my grip and angrily went inside. This means I am dead for sure of course I am dead I mean who do such stupid thing without even asking there partner. I was afraid to go inside the room but I was scared to go inside and face her.

I knew then, that he just made a decision that might shaken me. I wasn’t disappointed when he said, “Then you leave me no choice. I challenge you to a ride duel.” He deadpanned. My face must’ve shown the edge of my grin. “What?” “Out on the road.” He buttressed. “If you think you’re worthy of her, beat me. We’ll let the Lords take initiative. You win, you keep her. You lose, you pick another chosen and you leave her alone. Agreed?” My brows arched at the dangerous but intriguing idea. “A bike duel?” My grin widened. “Finally, something we can both agree on.”

The grounds were empty when we finally left, Gabe’s 1970 Dodge Challenger sped out of the driveway. I stared into the mirror and watched as the packhouse grew smaller and smaller. I’d wondered if we would bump into Alpha Joshua before he left but was happy when Gabe said they’d already left. It was scorching outside but with the windows down and the speed in which my bestie drove, the wind was cool against my face. My hair flew around wildly. This was everything I thought it would be.

"Get in the car Amanda, or I will carry you myself. The choice is yours!" And my idea to ignore him get easily flopped! Well. He can easily carry in a bare of seconds and if he wants he will also dump me like a speck of dirt in his car, if you didn't move your ass from here you will get cold, and maybe just maybe You will die from cold. And that will be the stupidest thing to die for. I'd rather die while fighting. So before he comes near you to carry you, you need to get in his car as fast as possible.

POV: Eddie I’m getting ready for war, preparing to end my stupid brothers that are influencing Gramps. That was the only thing running through my mind as I walked into the mansion surrounded by blood, shattered glass, broken headlights, and the bodies of men that had nearly killed each other over power and loyalty. The entire compound is looking like a battlefield where smoke still lingered heavily in the air while the scent of blood and burnt tires clung to everything around us.

He pulled back slightly and wiped away my tears. “That’s what I meant when I said you saved my life again,” he said softly, resting his forehead against mine. Aryk interrupted our moment. “You passed one of the hardest tests for any sorcerer. You could have easily chosen the path she’d shown you – the path to darkness and power.” He looked at the two of us. “You chose love and light, even at the risk of harm. Many seasoned sorcerers would have fallen for that trick. It’s not always easy to see the truth.”

The system sent another message. "Please choose your survival skill for the next week: "1. Unlimited supply of metal weapons "2. A body that is as strong as steel and immune to poison "3. Short-distance teleportation "4. Unlimited storage space "5. Reverse photosynthesis (obtains energy via absorption of water particles in the air)." The group chat was immediately flooded with messages as everyone debated about the best skill that would allow them to survive the plant apocalypse. Once again, Riley took the lead and told the male companions to choose the first skill that provided them with an unlimited supply of weapons, explaining that it would increase their chances of protecting her.

PIPER Paisley has got a cute cherry red Nissan. But Sabrina’s car is a white convertible. A new model Mercedes that catches the eye of everyone on the road. Paisley loves every second of it, waving like it’s her car and we’re her chauffeurs riding up front. Pulling into the mall parking lot, her enthusiasm hasn’t dimmed. If anything my best friend is getting more out of control. Worse than prom shopping senior year, where she dragged me around until she could find the perfect dress.

She had no choice but to leave the country. But unfortunately, she died in a car accident on her way to the airport. … On my wedding day, Chris gave me a grand ceremony with a sea of flowers and fireworks that lasted all night—known by everyone in Holnia. When some guests joked that I was meant to marry Chris because it was destiny, he just let out a cold laugh and immediately told them to leave the wedding. Then, before everyone, he declared after the vows, "I am Lois' husband by marriage. And I will never leave her."

I stare at the lovely city of Manchester as I weigh my options. It’s either bankruptcy and death or marriage and coronation. I guess the latter isn’t much of a bad idea, only it is. Whatever the case, my father’s murders must pay. I have a secret after all, I can hardly die.