Choosing Someone Better Novel Mga Nobela at Kwento

Heith growled, towering menacingly over Chloe, who stood her ground. “No, dear cousin. You and my brother had no right to marry those... those trashy little sluts.” Chloe poked his chest with the last three words added in a haughty tone. “We made the problem go away and saved our family’s reputation and protected our assets. Now you can marry someone who is better suited to our social standing.” “But Milli loved me,” Edgar sounded defeated, accepting of what they had done as he always did when they meddled in his life.

“You got one. Just not the one you hoped for. And right now, you are going to leave with your dignity, and we are going to pretend that this never happened.” “She is not better than me.” She snapped. “You can’t keep choosing her like she is the only thing that matters here!” “This isn’t about better.” “Then what is it about?” she demanded, stepping closer again. “What is it that she is offering that I have not given you? That the other girls have not given you? Why are you doing this to me? What mistake have I done to deserve you being this cruel?” “It’s about choice,” I said, and I meant it. “And it is not about you making a mistake, it is about me… I wanted to choose, and she was my choice

“Ever since we became besties, you’ve heard it and you’ve seen it. The way people constantly preferred you over me, they called you the better looking one. They constantly chose you over me. For fucks sake they even said you and Andre would make a cute couple. What about me then? Am I some side stool? Am I a complete idiot? What? Why doesn’t anyone consider me first before you? Why don’t I get chosen first before you’re even being considered? I know it makes me shameless that I think this way but….you might now know how it feels being second best, a second choice and option but I know how that feels and it hurts me so much because nobody thinks I deserve anything until you get it first.” “An

On the terrace in the spring evening with the city below and the door open behind us and the stars above us and Emma naming them and Patricia listening and Lucian's hand at the small of my back and the life that was built from choice rather than accident, from decision rather than inheritance, from the specific and daily act of showing up for each other through everything that tried to find the space between us. The final entry in the journal is this. Not the story I would have written for myself. Better. And still going. END OF BOOK 2 THE PRICE OF FOREVER

"Anyways, let me get to the point of my visit. Mum, you have to choose one of the two. You are suffering and, along with you dad and Harold are also suffering. Dad hasn't genuinely smiled since this has happened. He tries to hide it from me, but I can hear him cry in the evenings when he goes to bed. He misses you so much it's hurting him. I am truly sorry to do this, but I have to ask you, do you want Harold or dad? You don't have to answer now, but you will have to soon. As soon as possible so we can end the suffering of all three of you. Please mum." I had started crying at the last part because I was literally begging her at the moment to choose. I'm not dumb. I know that one of the two

But as the dark plague swept the lands, the egg I'd nurtured for a decade hatched overnight—while I was dying, he soared past me to save Isabella. He could have hatched years ago. Could have been human all along. But he chose Isabella. He mistook her for his savior. Then I was back to the day it all began. This time, Isabella lunged for the white egg first, afraid I'd take it. I slung my worn satchel of herbs over my shoulder. Turned my back on them both. "You can have them both," I said calmly. "I choose myself." This life, I swore I would have nothing to do with Adrian.

I thought it was just habit. Only now did I realize he had never cared about me at all. From beginning to end, I was just something to be used. Watching Ray and his childhood sweetheart excitedly discuss which southern city they should live in, I calmly left the room and made a phone call at the newsstand. "Professor, I'm ready to join the national translation service. I won't regret it, no matter what happens."

One of them then placed a foot on Kevin's face. I looked down at him, my voice chilling. "Kevin, consider this your last warning." With that, I walked away, leaving his cries behind, leaving the past I'd once known buried in the dust. After Kevin was taken to the police station, I eventually heard the news—he had jumped to his death, unable to pay his debts. But that no longer mattered to me. At that moment, I was backstage, holding a bouquet of flowers, nervously waiting for my bride. Today was my wedding day. My bride had been introduced to me by my parents—a well-matched young woman, gentle, kind, and intelligent. She was someone I could partner with in business and life, someone who coul

let their son marry me. There was no engagement party. No gifts. The “wedding” was just a meal shared between our two families. I still remembered his parents mocking me at the dinner table. The way Lucas looked at me like I was nothing. Now, comparing that to how the Morgans treated me—I knew, without a doubt, I was lucky to have this do-over. So I decided: I would personally choose Liam’s engagement gift. At a century-old tailor shop, I was discussing cufflink designs with the master craftsman when the doorbell rang.

"Kind of. I just wish the girl would have ended up with her best friend instead of the hot guy." He raises an eyebrow. "Oh? You like rooting for the underdog." "He knew her better than anyone else, even her own parents. He did so much for her. He sacrificed so much for her. It was obvious how much he loved her. But she chose another guy. Why? Because he was hotter? Because he was a bad boy?" Colt shrugs. "The heart knows what it wants. The guy is better off with someone who actually wants to be with him. I'm sure he'll eventually meet her one day."