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Terrence would even scold Bradley and remind him to treat me better. That was why I chose to marry him this time. I figured he would be a better choice as compared to me marrying a total stranger. Truthfully, I was not exactly that optimistic about it. I did not think the person who held actual power and authority in the Garvin family would agree to such a casual marriage proposal. Yet, things went much smoother than how I had imagined it to be. My mother told me that Terrence merely took a short pause before agreeing to the marriage proposal.

he went on and on warning everyone that we should be careful and shouldn’t roam around alone until the police catch the murderer. I didn’t listen to the entire speech still thinking about the cruelty of our world. People treat others as if they are nothing, destroying themselves as well as others. How can they do it, how can they kill someone so easily? But I could never understand why they do these things. Some people say that these people are mentally sick but are our minds so weak that we become mentally ill? Or is it that they could stop themselves but simply gave up every urge to be human. I believe that we can choose not to do these things and saying that they were ill is just making e

I chuckled as the tears continued to fall and the rumble in his chest made me grow comfortable with staying in that position where nothing else mattered. His smile hit me, the blinding light behind it illuminating the lining of the stars in my universe to fall for him. Only intensifying the wanton need I had for him. I knew I should have been upset over blaming myself for thinking I lost his book, but I was glad that this was happening. "Although I loved all his poems . . . there's one that really stood out to me," he said taking the book out of my hands to flip through it. He eventually placed it back into my hands and I'm met with the words THE CHOICE staring back at me.

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

He looked down, muttering, "We'll just say you're someone I hired to take care of Pauline." So that was the game. He wanted me to play maid for Pauline and Ryan. "No thanks. The dorm's just fine. Beats living with certain eyesores." "Zoe, you better never come back!" he yelled, storming off. He still thought I'd crawl back, begging for another chance. Too bad for him—I was done. The second I took the job in Avenville, I cut that chapter for good. Once I wrapped up everything at work, Luca and I boarded a train. Avenville was fresh, full of possibility. I believed I could give him the life he deserved.

“Do you ever wonder what that would feel like in real life? To want someone you know you should not want?” The question sat between us. It had two edges: one for the book and one for me. I felt both of them cut. “Sometimes,” I said quietly. “But in my books the heroine always chooses what is right in the end.” Victor refilled my wine even though I had barely drunk any. His fingers brushed mine again. This time he let them linger for half a second. “Interesting,” he said. “But in real life choices are not always that clean. Sometimes the wrong man feels too right to ignore.”

ALESSANDRA KING...... "Look, you made a wrong decision, carried away by emotions. It's still not too late. You can make better choices. You deserve the best in the world and I'm not the best man for you." I stared at him in confusion. "I choose you. And I made this decision with the right conscience. I don't know if you are the right choice for me or not. But I still choose you. People do arrange marriage without knowing the person they are going to spend the rest of their lives with. I did the same." I said in a stern tone and he sighed.

She gently pulled it back down. “There is no right answer, Colin. There is no outcome where everyone walks away with a prize. All options are bad. All we can do is choose which is least terrible, because that’s what life is. You can’t choose options you aren’t given. I understand what happened today was because of me. Those dead men probably had wives and children, too. But I would still make the same call, because out of all the possible horrible choices I think it was the best one. And yes, it’s much easier to get involved when you don’t have to see the consequences, but it makes no difference. When I lie in my bed I’m not going to be thinking about the men who died, because what good woul

One even has in big letters: the children would be ugly. I roll my eyes so hard they hurt. I skim a few more pages of the same, and realize that there’s no way in hell I’d ever marry someone I didn’t love. He’s trying to find the best choice, on paper. Who will make their family look the best? And he yet picked ME?! I don’t buy it. He wants someone with a foul mouth, a quick fist and thunder thighs?!

“I received it yesterday afternoon, I couldn't wait to start reading it and so far I have not been disappointed.” “But… I was very disappointed in the last novel you recommended.” I tucked a lock of my hair behind my ear and tried to remember everything I liked about the penultimate story I read. “Why? You have to give me a good argument.” Isaac snorted. “The protagonist was terribly wrong, she should never have chosen the new boy. It just doesn't make sense, she should have stayed with her best friend. He did love her in a sincere way.” I frowned. “What are you talking about? The new boy loved her too,” I explained, holding up a hand.