Choosing Someone Better Novel Novels & Stories

"People are also desperate to see who you pick. They've formed hashtags already. #Team Damvy and #Team Kivy." This is entirely ridiculous I agree, but it doesn't stop me from finding this whole thing amusing. "So which one are you?" "Team Damvy from day one!" I find myself furrowing my brows. "Is anything wrong with Karl?" "Of course not, but I just like Damon better." Damon is a charmer, a sweet talker like the people in most of Roxie's erotica so I'm not surprised at her choice. Karl walks into the class, the entire class conversation stops, as though they're waiting for something to happen.

“You’ve become more handsome… there’s a confidence about you now. You’ve got that big-city aura. Guys around here just can’t compare. “You have no idea how miserable I’ve been at home lately. Benedict turned into a total slob. All he does is laze around and complain. He doesn’t even bother to clean himself up. “Not like you… You still stand tall, dress with taste. You’re just different.” I laugh coldly. “Funny—I clearly remember you saying Benedict was gorgeous, vibrant, devoted, and that you were crazy about him.” Ella’s expression changed in an instant. She rushed to explain, panic rising in her voice. “I was young and stupid, Dom. I chose the wrong person. But I see that now. “Can you giv

And when I lay after in the circle of his arms with the choice-mark quiet on my palm, I understood this was the thing the whole war had been for. Not to be loved with certainty. To be loved with choice. It is so much better, the only love worth having, and I built a whole world so everyone could have it, and I had it, and I would choose it again in the morning. I walked out onto the balcony before dawn, alone, and the moon came out from the clouds, the plain ordinary moon with no whisper left in it, no fate to hand down, no this one to press into any wolf's ear ever again. And this time, when the moonlight found her, it did not choose for her. It simply watched her choose. -THE END-

“More experienced analysts. People without… history.” “I’m aware.” He answered “Then why me?” I asked He walked back toward me, stopping just close enough to make the space between us intentional. “Because,” he said quietly, “you have something no one else here has.” “And what is that?” I asked “A reason not to lose," he said. “That’s a dangerous assumption.” I replied him His voice didn’t change. “Only if you’re wrong about yourself.” Holding his gaze, “And what if I am?” I asked

Untroubled. Clarkson read the words. The Man Who Preferred Love to Power. It was a neat story. A fairy-tale reduction of the hard, hurting, and sometimes terrible path they had walked. It made him sound moral, as if he'd made a good choice between two presented on a silver platter. He knew very well that the truth had been more of a mess. It had been a miserable, stumbling choice made in the dark, a gamble in which the alternative—being dumb, gilded misery—had finally been more terrifying than losing everything.

“Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.” He shook his head as if looking at a pathetic, fallen woman. “You divorced me because I wouldn’t buy you luxury goods—because you were jealous of Mia. And now look at you. You can’t even afford a proper meal.” Mia leaned closer to him, her voice falsely innocent. “James, you have to understand. After the divorce, no one’s taking care of poor Evelyn.” I let out a snort. “Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.”

This was proof he doesn't need her in his life and doesn't feel bad about it, she was just a girl in his eyes, it was painful to think that the person she loved so dearly only saved a girl who needed help tonight and not Selena. Howard feels miserable right now, she probably thinks of him as the worst human alive now, after the stupid decision he had made by breaking up with Selena. He feels she deserved someone better than him, not an asshole like him who needed sex from every beautiful lady he sets his eyes on. He was going to make Selena one of them but felt she was too good to go through that, he had made up a lie just to end the relationship.

Richard's expression shifted, panic flickering in his gaze. Cammy smiled. Then she vanished. I looked at Richard, a deep calm settling within me. "Richard, in the next life... let's not meet again." As my consciousness dissolved into nothingness, I heard a distant, broken sob. And a whisper carried away by the wind. "I'm sorry..." [The End]

"Snipers are in position. He's at the top-floor window across the square. Your call." "Not yet," I said. "He's got a backup plan." This wasn't suicide. It was just the opening of a larger game. "This is between me and him," I muttered, studying the bomb and mentally dissecting every wire. It was a brilliant, chaotic trap, defying all manuals. Only Rita's erratic intuition could navigate it. Any standard protocol would turn it into a fireball. Patrick was forcing me to play her game. He was trying to prove that they were right and that I was the fool who'd stifled their brilliance.

“Probably not.” “Then why are you doing it?” He looked at her. “Because I want a chance.” “A chance for what?” “To be the person you choose.” Eliana looked down. “I don't know if I can choose.” “You don't have to decide today.” He paused. “But I hope you eventually choose me.” She looked at him. Their eyes met. Ilyas slowly leaned closer. Eliana didn't move away. Their lips met. This kiss was different from the first.