Choose Me A Book Novels & Stories

I am Aurora, Princess of the Crimson Moon, the North's most powerful pack. But I gave my heart to a worthless rogue named Blake. In my past life, I defied tradition to make him my personal guard. We were inseparable. I fought my own pack to make him my mate. But on the night of our mating ceremony, under the Blood Moon... He plunged a silver dagger straight into my heart. I was three months pregnant with his child. As I bled out, he whispered in my ear, his voice dripping with venom, "If it weren't for you, I'd already be with Clara. You deserve this!" That's when I understood. He never loved me. He only craved power. He had always wanted my sister, Clara—the pack's chosen heir. Then, I open

"No. It's fine. Take it. And when you're done, come back and pick another one. Or stay here and read if you prefer." "Thank you." "Why do you like these kinds of books?" He handed it back to me. I thought about lying but something about the way he was looking at me made me want to tell the truth. Or at least part of it. "I like stories where people choose their own path. Where they're not trapped by circumstances or fate. Where they get to decide who they want to be." He studied me for a long moment. "What other kinds of books do you like?" "History. Adventure. Mysteries. Anything really."

Zamiel was taken earlier from our home by me. I delivered him home. I'm currently in the library. The library room is where I want to read. I then got up and headed to the library room. In case I'm unable to open this second chamber, I'd like to try again. I'm not sure what's within. I was pondering the contents of the second door far too much. But once more, I ignored it and carried on looking for a book to read. After looking for a book for a short while, I choose to read A Noble Selfless Girl.

I'm gonna choose one to three books only, I can't handle reading multiple books at a time. I walk through the billionaire genre sub-section which is clearly inscribed on the long shelf admiring each book I see. I pick up each of the books the book cover and title attracts me to scan through, for some attempting to scan through the main body to check if there's anything that interests me. At last I end up taking down with me three books, which suit my taste at this particular time. Pride of the Billionaire Bachelor, 1095 Days of Dangerous Temptation and Second Chance for the Billionaire.

My personal favorite. We come to a halt in front of some double cream doors, the sound of a lock clicking as he opens the door. I step around him, looking up at him, while he waits for me to enter. As I gaze up at the lovely room, my breath catches in my throat. A long corridor lined with books from floor to ceiling. A light cream floor, cream walls, and vast white book shelves housing hundreds or thousands of books. His footsteps echo around the room as he walks closer to a specific bookshelf. I watch, perplexed, as he taps on many books as he travels along the shelf before pausing and picking a book out and immediately comes over to me. "I know it's not the same but." He walks away, handin

I managed to get inside swiftly. I let my eyes wander leisurely, scanning the rows of shelves for one that caught my interest. A soft smile graced my lips when I realized the perfect section was standing right before me, waiting like an old friend I hadn’t yet met. With a gentle touch, my fingers glided across the spines of the books, their textured covers whispering promises of stories untold. My gaze danced over the titles, seeking something that resonated, something familiar until one caught my attention. “All About Dreams,” I murmured softly, the words rolling off my tongue as I carefully pulled the book from its place.

“Sarah and Tiana were kidnapped. They wanted money, revenge. I don’t even know anymore. They called me there. Said I had to choose who to save.” Martha froze, horror etching into her face. “I tried to save them both,” he continued, shaking his head violently, tears spilling now. “I swear I did. But they wouldn’t let me. They said, ‘One life. One choice.’ Sarah was begging… she was looking at me, and I—” his voice broke, “—I saw Tiana. She was pregnant. I couldn’t… I just couldn’t let her die.” He pressed his palms to his face, sobbing. “I chose Tiana. And Sarah—” He choked on the words. “Sarah got swallowed by the fire.”

One of them says Mommy and Me. No Daddy. The sight cuts deep. “Here!” Chanel says cheerfully, climbing onto the bed and patting the space beside her. “This one’s my favorite.” She pushes the book into my lap, The Little Prince. I smile faintly, sitting down beside her. “Good choice.”

He chuckled, saying, "It's just you…You just don’t have the face to do that job.” She flipped her hair saying, “The face? I think I have the face to do it. I think I’m pretty decent-looking. I mean come on I'm like model material.” He chuckled, saying, “You think you’re decent looking and that you're 'model material' woo you're funny.” She looked at him saying, “I know you’re not talking looking like a whole ENTIRE dusty book.” He laughed saying, “A book?! That’s the first time anyone has called me a dusty book. What a dumb insult.” She said, “Listen, it's the only thing I could come up with, unibrow.” He said, “Unibrow huh? I wouldn’t be talking when my forehead looks like a village could

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.