Choosen Novels & Stories

I didn’t want anything about me to stand out. I wasted no time once I was changed. After jogging the rest of the way into town, and asking directions a couple of times I found myself staring at the entrance of the bus station. This is the only part of my plan I had not planned, I did not know where I was going to go. In the end I decided to leave it to fate. I took a deep breath and went inside. With all the confidence I could muster I approached the ticket counter “When does the next bus leave?” I asked, “Ten minutes, they are loading now if you want a ticket.” the attendant responded and without hesitation I replied “i’ll take it. all the way to it’s last stop.” the attendant looked at m

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant

He’s Ruthless. "I've already begun the transfer process to serve meals." I lie. “I'll eventually serve his food.” I hesitate, "Then I'll have my chance to use the seed on him.” "Excellent." Alpha Soren smiles, closing the remaining distance between us. “That’s why I chose you.” My pulse hammers as he leans dangerously into my space. "You now have less than three weeks to carry it out.” Three weeks. I fold my lips together. Three weeks to kill Xaden.

He thought of Avery, the girl who was built to need and was learning to want, and he chose her again, in the silence of the library, in the space between performance and becoming. "Let them watch," he said. "Let them report. Let Dante build his archive and Chelsea hers. This—" He raised their joined hands, visible, undeniable. "This is ours. Not negotiation. Not data. Just—" He searched for the word, found it. "Just boring. Just real. Just chosen." Avery smiled. The glow, controlled but present, the becoming he was witnessing without architecting. "Just chosen," she agreed. They stayed until the bell rang, until the library emptied, until their choice had been observed and catalogued and wou

⸻ Not power. But choice.

"I am the chamberlain of the Dragon Court. The first round of selection begins now." He let the silence settle. "You will be admitted, one group at a time, into the chamber behind me. Inside the chamber is the King's pet. The rule is simple. Spend five minutes in his presence. If he favors you, you advance. If he does not — well. You will not." A few of the girls let out small, uneasy laughs. The sapphire girl smiled. "What kind of pet?" someone asked. The chamberlain did not answer. I felt my shoulders drop. A pet. I pictured a hound, a hunting cat, perhaps one of the great striped lions the King was said to keep. A pet I could survive.

Confirm. Just like that.

“Berry, nude or matte blue?” Audrey squinted closer to her computer screen where Jessica was holding three nail polishes and Kathie was shifting in her enormous couch. “Nude.” Since two out of three has had hassles going to places, they resorted to video calls. “Yeah, nude.” Kathie nods, pausing to fluff a throw pillow. “Boring. I think I’ll choose matte blue.” She glances briefly at them, then snort laughed.

He must've been waiting for that moment for the past seven years. Didn't matter anymore. On the way home, I picked up some pork ribs.