Choose Me A Book Novels & Stories

He asks with something in his voice I can't quite identify. "You don't know." I say with a slight chuckle in my voice. "Just pick one." I watch idle as he sifts through all the books until he picks one. House of Earth and Blood by Sarah J Maas. "That is one of my favourite books. Although I might just be biased because I love her writing." I lean back in the chair with a satisfied look on my face. "What makes you love someone's writing?" He sits back in his chair and looks at me curiously.

There is so much I want to say to him. “Lilah?” Charles calls, bringing me back to earth. “Yes?” “I asked you a question.” “Oh yes, you did.” I give him a brief smile. “If I had to choose a favorite book, I would have to say—” “The Hangmen series by Tillie Cole,” Beau says before I can. I turn to face him with my eyes wide and my mouth hanging open. I can’t believe he just said that. “How did you know?”

That child. 'What was I going to do' I covered my ears crying out loud and in a flash I was back in the bathroom in tears... "What just happened to me... What did I just see" I cried "THE BOOK HAS SEEN THE FUTURE AND HAS WARNED YOU... YOU ARE LUCKY THE BOOK HAS TAKEN A LIKING TO YOU... THE BOOK DOESN'T WORK FOR ANYONE BUT THE CHOSEN ONE... NOW HURRY AND LET NOT BE IN VAIN. SAVE YOURSELF"

“What’s your favourite book?” ‘Um… my favourite book… maybe the Kiss Me Softly series or In the Storm with You, but I also like Feeling Again and The Southern Brothers series. Between Us is my favourite sappiest romance, but not my favourite… Ugh, just pick one.’ “I can’t decide which book is my favourite. There are just so many that I love to choose from.” I sighed, defeated by my inability to decide on just one. My brain was so stressed that I was sure steam was coming out of my head with how hard I was thinking.

he asked, his gaze focused on me. I smiled, feeling my cheeks turn pink. "Well, I love spending time with my family. They mean everything to me," I said, feeling a sense of warmth spread throughout my body. "And I also love to read. It's a great escape for me." Carlos chuckled. "I can tell you're a bookworm. What's your favorite book?" "Oh, that's a tough one," I replied, thinking back to all the books I've read. "I would have to say 'Pride and Prejudice' by Jane Austen. It's a classic for a reason."

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A current ran through my body and my hand subconsciously traveled to a book with no title on the spine, but it sure caught my attention. “Of course you can. Choose any of them you like. But I must warn you, if one book is calling you, I don’t recommend that you read it until you feel like you’re ready for it,” she replied with a soft smile before walking back to join my family and her husband. Strange…

Old in a way time couldn’t touch. “You brought her,” the woman said. Not a question. A fact. “I said I would,” Aiden replied, stepping aside so Evelynn was fully visible. The woman tilted her head, studying Evelynn with a mix of curiosity and quiet sorrow. “So you’re the fire’s chosen.” Evelynn swallowed. “I didn’t choose it.” “None of us ever do,” she said softly, stepping closer. “But that doesn’t mean it didn’t choose well.” She circled Evelynn once, then stopped in front of her. Gently, she took Evelynn’s hand and turned it over, revealing the glowing mark beneath her wrist.

And when she smiled—those two dimples at the corners of her mouth—something about it disarmed me completely. At the time, I'd been drifting through the aftermath of heartbreak for over a year. Denise had left me, and though I'd only barely stepped out from under that shadow, I couldn't bring myself to turn down my family's well-meaning arrangements. So I went, half-heartedly, just to go through the motions, to give them an answer. But the moment I saw Becca, all that went out the window. She was warm, quick to laugh, and behind her bright, clear eyes seemed to shimmer a thousand hidden stars. She liked to read what I read. She watched the same obscure films I loved. She craved my favorite di

It was why I had hesitated to make my choice between them for so long. However, at that moment, I finally understood that I had been just a toy for them to pass the time with over the last two decades. Just then, Sophia uploaded a new post to her Instagram. She was sitting on my couch in the photo, showing off two different diamond rings that sparkled brilliantly on her fingers. She was wearing a tailored suit and glass heels. I recognized her outfit to be the same one that Antonio and Matteo had specially ordered for my birthday half a year ago.