Choices Ride Or Die Novels & Stories

When he finally released her he took her hand and they headed back to the rides. They went on the different rides together, talking and laughing, enjoying themselves. They played games, he won her a teddy bear in a shooting game. They took photos together, exchanged BBM pins and made plans to see each other again the following weekend as they attended different schools and wouldn’t have time to see each other during the week. They BBM’ed each other everyday making plans for the weekends. They had a tumultuous relationship. When it was good it was great but when it was bad it would get real dark. They would fight every other day, both were passionate beings and both as stubborn as mules, whic

I went to school with five minutes to spare. When I went to my locker to get my things I found both of my friends standing there waiting for me, I guess they were more worried than I thought. Maybe because of the murderer on a killing spree. Well, I would have chosen being killed to being raped in a heartbeat. As Rupi Kaur has said, “The rape will tear you in half, but it will not end you” and it’s better to die than being ripped apart if you have a choice. But if you are already a victim of rape then fighting is the only solution because the rapist(s) wants to break you in a million pieces and you will be broken but you will use those pieces to cut them not yourself.

“Never.” His anger showed in his eyes when Caden redirected his attention toward me. “Fine. Since your boyfriend has chosen to not speak, you get to choose. Who between these two boys get to live?” I froze, my heart began beating fast. “Choose!” Caden roared. I stared between the two boys as they faced themselves. Luca looked terrified and Marcus… Marcus looked damaged. My mouth went bone-dry and I struggled to speak. Caden sighed dramatically. “No? Then I guess I’ll have to make the decision myself.”

She challenged me. "And whoever loses?" I questioned. She thought about my question briefly. "Whoever loses gets to grant the winner one wish." "Fine with me," I agreed and gestured to a guard to get me another horse from the stables. "Are you sure that you don't want to ride Arthur? Most people aren't very competitive when they're not allowed access to their sentimental items." She teased with a taunted chin. "I'll show you sentimental, and his name is Elkins." The horse was brought to me and I mounted it.

Still, it had given me a second life. After a moment of thought, I slowly nodded. [The female lead who shars your name, Maya Hayes, died unexpectedly. It caused the collapse of the world’s core structure.] [To stabilize it, we had no choice but to select suitable individuals from parallel worlds as substitutes for the heroine.] [You, sharing her name, suffering from terminal illness, and on the verge of death, were the optimal candidate.] The system’s mechanical voice carried a hint of guilt. [I’m sorry, but preventing world collapse is our duty.]

ritters were digging into my burro as he watched his incline ramming in and out. “ Your cat feels fucking amazing, ” he growled. He bent forward, forcing his incline further in. My eyes went wide, and I heaved . Breathless moans slipped past my lips as he rolled his hips. I felt like I was floating, my head was fuzzy, and my eyes were rolling to the reverse of my head. “ Cum. I can feel. Fuck, cum now, ” he gnarled. He leaned forward and bit down on my neck. I cried out as ripples of pleasure erupted far and wide. My body was chinking, my legs felt numb, and I felt exhausted. I groaned as he pulled out before thrusting back in. His incline jerked as he released himself inside of

It wasn't because Mr Jack's Dad loved royalty that he insisted on the agreement but it was because the Woods had cheated the Hollows. Mr Jack had not even been born at that time when the decision of which family should be crowned was made and even his own dad was only a boy then and did not understand what really happened. According to their laws, the Hollows were the ones to take up the task since the oldest elder in wolf town came from their family but unfortunately, this elder died a night before he was to be crowned. What Mr Jack did not know was that this elder from his clan had been killed and the killer assumed the throne which was only legal since it was the period of the full moon.

“The boys will still fight for about ten minutes, let's say. They can warm up the crowd. Stakes are up, cause this is what I really want. Us. You. Me. Two or four legs. When I win, your pack either disbands or moves a minimum of five hundred miles away. You win and you can have … our northwest corner,” Doze says, as if it’s not a big deal. A big damn deal to put a fourth of our territory on the line. There are many businesses there, more importantly a factory that I’m sure Gabriel would love nothing more than to get his greedy fucking hands on. Lucrative and above board business for his people. I gape at Doze, wondering how the hell he can make a decision like that without involving everyone

I stood there, frozen in shock, my mind racing as I tried to make sense of what Ryan had just said. "What's the death rink?" I called after them, my voice tinged with urgency. They were focused on their conversation, their voices low and urgent, until I raised my voice a little. "What is the death rink?" The two of them stopped talking and shared a look. I crossed my arms over my chest and tap my foot impatiently waiting for an answer. "Well?" Trevor turned to face me. "The death rink is... well, it's exactly what it sounds like," Trevor explained, his voice somber. "It's where cars gather to fight, to crash into each other until one comes out victorious."

"Yep." His eyes traced over me, taking me in as he nodded slightly. "I think I rather like that." He took a sip of his tea. "So, sky diving?" I chewed my cheek as I studied his his begging face. I might as well give in because I knew I would do practically anything this man asked. He had some kind of spell over me. I had never been so drawn to a man in my life before. It excited me and terrified me at the same time as I didn't understand it. "If I die," I drew out slowly, "my death is on you."