Choosing Someone Better Novels & Stories

~ ~ ~ I did it. I chose my Luna. And I hated every moment of it. I was up until late last night going through all the documents of all the women I had to choose from, and eventually decided on one who seemed close to perfect. Intelligent, part of a well-known and respected family, and is seen to be a kind and caring person. It took me too long to realise that I wasn’t picking who I thought would match well for me, but would match well for the pack, that was going to be the only way I would be able to decide, and it worked.

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

To my surprise, he knew exactly what I liked and what I was allergic to. I'd known he liked me, but I'd assumed it was just a passing crush. Clearly, it was far more than that. And the deeper his feelings ran, the more impossible it felt to use him with a clear conscience. I'd loved someone completely once. I knew how rare and precious that kind of devotion was. It shouldn't be taken for granted. After dinner, I hesitated before speaking. "Alex, the truth is, I—"

"If you had one lesson to leave us with, what would it be?" The table grew quiet. I considered the question carefully. Not because I lacked an answer. Because some answers deserved precision. Finally, I smiled. "Never confuse being chosen with being valued." Several people immediately looked up. Interested. Listening. "You can be chosen and still be diminished." "You can be wanted and still be disrespected." "You can be loved and still be unseen." Silence settled over the table. "The most important choice you'll ever make isn't who chooses you." I paused.

Catherine smiled bitterly. “Didn’t the prime minister’s wife introduce three excellent men to you? To be honest, those three guys weren’t bad. They’re single, decent-looking men who come from good families and have a promising future. Yet, you didn’t fancy any of them. Tell me. Where can I find better men for you? There may be very handsome guys, but they might not be reliable, while those with good personalities might not look good.” “Am I that picky?” Only then did Freya realize that problem.

Alvara's Point of View In life, you are given several options. Decisions. When you choose one, the other option fades away. So we are told. You are given your mate by the Goddess herself. Two options are in front of you when you find that special person. The first, and the best, option is to accept that mate. Be with them until the day you die. Nothing is more fulfilling than knowing you have someone only to yourself. The second option, and the road less traveled, is to reject your mate and live the rest of your life single. Men are more likely to choose this option than women, but it happens rarely.

He chuckled and shook his head. "I’m not measuring my worth here, Sydney. I’m purely asking—why Hade and not me?" His eyes widened, and I chuckled, watching him hit by realization. Then it hit me too. Does comparing feel similar to questioning worth? The book said the right people show up. The right people care—not only when life is convenient, but when it’s difficult, messy, and aching all over. The right people take chances. They choose you as confidently as you choose them.

I feel like even if I tried competing against Kira, would he even look at me more than once? "Even if he ended up picking you. You would just be a second choice. Being nothing to someone is better than the second choice." Bianca said and I couldn't wait for her to say any more words. I had to walk away.

He was extremely sad. "I'm sorry Eric." Jessica apologized. "Are you hurt?" "What do you mean am I hurt? Didn't you see what he did to me? Did you have anything to do with that maniac?" Eric scolded. "I swear, it was in the past. I could never choose him over you even if he's the prince. You are the one for me. The one the goddess has prepared just for me. Why would I choose a man like prince George by the way. Didn't you see the way he was behaving just now? That's nothing compared to you." Jessica said, teasingly.

I asked Jimmy. Jimmy nodded and seemed to be in thoughts, “I’ll say, always choose yourself first baby girl. But are you sure this is really not what you wanted? There’s always a difference. We could want something altogether and something better might come and then we would have to choose one. Most times, the better one. Are you sure you aren’t just sticking to this plan you want to do just because you have had it for long and don’t just want to be a hypocrite? Think deeply about that.