Choosing Someone Better Mga Nobela at Kwento

“You asked for help, so here’s your salvation.” He glanced through the list, his brows furrowing in thought. “You really have a good eye for reading people,” he murmured. “Can you... help me choose?” I sighed, half amused, half tired. “Fine.” I leaned over and pointed at the screen as we went through the names together. We narrowed it down to two. The first, a billionaire’s daughter with a wild streak and a reputation for being arrested more times than she’d been photographed. The second, another heiress, quieter, discreet, with barely any social media presence and a reputation for staying out of the spotlight.

"So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you." I paused deliberately, watching the disbelief spread across his face before delivering the final blow. "And besides, what makes you think I'd ever waste my marriage, my future, just to get revenge on a man who betrayed me?" Lunara stepped forward hurriedly, putting on her best teary-eyed, pitiful expression. "Ms. Sheridan, how could you slap Jayden like that?" she whimpered, her voice soft but perfectly calculated. "I know you're upset because he didn't marry you, but really, was it worth sacrificing yourself like this for p

Even if I had been in Callum’s situation, I would never have chosen someone like Bianca. I carefully folded the list, then put it back in my pocket. “Look,” I said calmly, “I know how it looks. But that’s why I’m going to take my time with this—make sure I choose the right person. Someone who would actually treat me right, not someone who would only be with me based on title.” There was that look again. They both knew exactly what I did: that there were very few people in the world who wouldn’t notice my title first, above all else.

It felt like he was after something, and I didn’t think I had whatever it was. I looked at myself. If he wanted a girl to hook up with, he could have gone for someone attractive like Alice. So why come to me? I couldn't stop wondering what his mission was, and why he was trying so hard to befriend me. He knew I was overweight, yet he still chose to hang out with me and defended me when someone insulted me. I knew he was nice and a good person, and I could see he was a better guy than John. John was crazy and only cared about his selfish interests. I shook my head. No, enough of this. I didn't love him, and I was sure he wasn’t in love with me either; he was just trying to be friends.

"You admitted it. I’m a transaction." "If I wanted a transaction," I growled, the frustration finally clawing its way out, "I could have picked anyone. I could have picked a debutante with a spotless reputation. I could have picked a woman who wouldn't cause a scandal. I could have picked a woman who wasn't my best friend’s ex-wife" I stopped myself, seeing the hurt flash in her eyes, but I pushed through. I needed her to understand the magnitude of my choice. "But I didn't," I said, dropping my voice to a rough whisper. "I picked you."

" I leaned close and whispered into her ear, like a devil's murmur. Beatrice stared at me with wide eyes. My words seemed to give her courage. She took a deep breath, clenched her jaw, and finally placed the call. "Hello—" But the moment the line connected and before the person on the other end could finish speaking, she abruptly hung up and flung the phone aside. "No. Sebastian, I can agree to anything else, but not this! If he goes to prison, his life will be over." I already knew what she'd choose. Smiling, I walked over slowly and bent down to pick up the phone. "Do you see it now? You're torn between two people. Beatrice, that isn't real love. If you've chosen him, don't come back. It'l

My husband Nathan canceled our Halloween trip the same way he'd canceled every trip we had planned for the past three years. This time, the excuse he gave was an emergency investor meeting that couldn't wait. I believed him until I opened Instagram and saw his little assistant’s post. Sienna was lying on a beach in matching sweatshirts with my husband, her name stitched across his back and his name stitched across hers. The same custom hoodies I'd told him I wanted us to get together years ago. Her caption said: "The CEO took me to the mountain last year, now the ocean. Where should we go next? Drop your best photo spots below. The CEO looks so handsome in pictures." The comments were alread

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 finally let out the worlds. It was irrational, stupid, I wouldn’t choose me if I was a boy, I would go for the fine type, people with an awesome personality, people who were beautiful, people who wanted to live for one thousand years. Not someone who you could wake up one day and realize that they were gone. ‘‘Because I do like you, that is all, there is no better explanation, nothing to justify that, I like you and that is the bottom line, that’s all, is it bad?’’ he asked.

"So? All the teenage girls and boys kiss. Should I remind you how many girlfriends you had? Let her live a normal life." "Mine is different. But that boy was not good. He was a jerk. He was lucky that I didn't kill him. And yes I won't mind killing thousands who will try to lay a single finger on her." "Man, get a life. In this way she will just remain unmarried I can see." "I will find someone better for her rather than best." "I am afraid of it now. You and your choices. First try to find a good choice for yourself then try to find the best for her."