Choose Me A Book Novels & Stories

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Ezra couldn’t move. His brain was stuck, replaying those three words like a broken record. I choose you. They didn’t belong to him. They weren’t meant for someone like him. They were the kind of words that went to pretty, soft-spoken omegas with clean reputations and perfect smiles—not to the sharp-tongued stray hiding at the edge of the firelight. The clearing was dead silent. Every pair of eyes turned his way like he’d just set off a bomb.

For a moment, I savored the quiet escape from the whirlwind outside. "Hmm," I began, swirling the glass in my hands. "Let's see... I belt out questionable tunes in the shower, prefer quiet nights with a book to these," I gestured around, "and this Friday night attire is definitely out of character." "Books?" His tone was genuinely curious, not the feigned interest I’d come to expect from most. "Any favorites?" "Jane Eyre," I replied without hesitation. "There’s something timeless about a woman's quest for love and autonomy."

I locked eyes with big blue orbs that stared back at me. “Yes, baby?” “You haven’t chosen one?” She asked and bounced her legs softly. I nodded and ran my eyes over the titles on the card and I continued reading, I gradually realized that they weren’t just titles, they were a list of my favorite books. “Choose one!” “Um,” I pulled myself out of my thoughts and smiled at her. “I think I will go for um, Me before you. That one that, um, number three.” I rushed out because my daughter looked intimidating when she was frustrated or annoyed. Moore like her father. Unfortunately, she was nothing like me. But fortunately, she was everything like the best person in my life.

I said, and Rick nodded as he walked to the center of the room and dropped into a chair. My fingers glide along the books as I read their titles. I pull one out, glance at the first few pages, and then slip it back into its place before continuing. “Hmmm,” I hummed as I squatted to see the books at the bottom. My fingers glide along the books, and my heart stops when I read one of the titles, “How to Reject a Mate and the Consequences that Follow.” Slowly, I pulled the book from its slot and flipped through a few pages.

"I'm content." "What's the difference?" "Happiness is a feeling. Contentment is a choice." She looks at me. "I choose you." "I choose you too." --- The second book comes out in November. The reviews are quiet — not the attention of the first, but that's fine. This book wasn't written for attention. It was written for the people who need to know that ordinary is enough. Celeste buys a copy at the local bookstore. "You didn't have to do that," I say.

Then she reached across the table again, took his hand, held it in the library where anyone could see, where Chelsea could see, where Dante would eventually hear. "Then choose me," she said. "Publicly. Loudly. Without calculation. And let me choose you back, even though I don't know if I'm performing or becoming, even though the dare persists, even though—" She squeezed his hand. "Even though I might hurt you. Even though I might become her. Even though I might not know the difference until it's too late."

"I don't think of myself as someone who chose. I think of it more as—becoming. Things revealed themselves as right or wrong and I moved toward the right ones." "That is choosing." "Slower version." "Still counts." She looked around the store. At the photo wall just visible from the reading nook. At the display of books whose spines she could identify in the dim light. "I think about all the people who came through here. Who needed a book at a specific moment. Who found something they didn't know they needed." She shook her head. "That sounds—" "Don't qualify it." She looked at him. "That sounds like something Grace would say."

When Samuel heard Kaylee's words, his brow furrowed imperceptibly, and he shot me an accusatory look. My gaze drifted past him toward those who were fawning over the powerful while cursing Kaylee and me with the most venomous words. I looked at each one deliberately, calling them out by name. "The Zimmerman family in the aluminum alloy business, the Muller family in the cement industry, and the Sacha family with their soy processing business..." As I calmly and clearly identified each one, these parents were stunned into silence, because I had named them all correctly.

smiled. “ Your quiz answers were inconceivable. ” She congratulated. I beamed at her. “ Thank you. My mama is a midwife, so I've grown up learning what I can from her. ” I explained. She jounced, “ you ’re going to go far in this line of work, ” She reflected. I smiled at her and felt proud of myself. “ Ok. There’s a book at the front then for each of you. Take one on your way out and study it. You may leave for moment, ” She smiled as she walked back to the front of the room. I stood up and pushed my president back under the table. I walked to the front of the room with Lillian and picked two books over. I handed one to her, she seized the book, “ thanks, ” she beamed a