Chosen Ones Veronica Roth Book 2 Novels & Stories

Her heart felt like it would explode from the anxiety she felt. He cut between Layla and his father, blocking her body. She heard the Thundermoon pack move towards her. Without looking she knew it was Alistar, the moron. She groaned to herself, 'learn for once to read the room,' she thought. She held her hand out behind her in the hopes to stop him as she gently placed her hand on Solomon's back and began to pet his fur. If there were any doubt before, it was obvious now that Solomon had made his choice and it was her.

she cursed under her breath, calling Keith again, and at last dropped her a message walking out of her apartment. *** Veronica walked around the round table and her eyes traveled up to the glasses of the champagne tower. A slow yet genuine smile slowly stretched on her lips as she recalled her first meeting with Aries. She sighed and her eyes looked at the small girl who looked around herself and stretched her hand to out a glass. “Hey!” Veronica reached her. “What are you doing?” she caught her wrist and squatted down to her level. The girl’s honey eyes widened in panic. “I want to drink this golden sparkly water!” she whispered in her ear, and Veronica chuckled.

One wave. Another. Then nothing. Veronica stood on the shingle until the water reached her own feet. She did not cry. She simply stood. Until the cold forced her back. She climbed the path alone. Entered the house. Closed the terrace doors. Locked them. Lit the fire higher. Sat in his chair. Picked up her notebook. Began to write the final chapter. Not about him. About them. About the sea that remembers everything. About the choice to keep breathing even when the heart wants to stop.

she snapped. "You’ve been with Simeon and Daniel before," I started cautiously. "You’ve spent time with both of them. If you had to choose one of them, who would it be?" Veronica laughed, a short, mocking sound that made my skin crawl. "Both," she said, without a hint of hesitation. I frowned. "Be serious, Veronica. You can’t have both. Pick one." "They’re both perfect in their own ways. If I could, I’d keep them both," she replied, her voice dripping with arrogance.

She must have not noticed me yet because she looked ahead at Stephanie, her face in a scrowl. I closed my eyes and prayed fervently in my heart that Zahra shouldn't get chosen but once again, luck wasn't on my side. The shortest of the men turned to her side and stared for a long while before pointing at her to be chosen. All eyes in the room turned to Zahra and she looked like she was about to make a scene. Oh no. She still hadn't noticed me. Stephanie smiled as the men chose 7 out of the 10 people she had arranged from them. It seemed like she was more happy that my best friend, Zahra, had been chosen too.

he murmured, “your choice isn’t sealed. Destiny has its own ways of unraveling what men declare.” Back in Greyhaven, Henry was still restless, and awake, staring at the ceiling. Harold’s words still echoed in his mind. He has chosen me. He has chosen me. But in the silence of his own heart, Henry couldn’t escape a haunting question: Had he truly chosen, or simply allowed himself to be chosen?

"Because I wanted to make a bet. I wanted to see if what he felt for me was real, if he'd choose loyalty over her when it came down to it. But he lost, and so did I." I paused and let out a dry laugh. "Or maybe I knew from the very beginning that I was going to lose. "System, you know what the funniest part is? I had the ability to leave the whole time, but I kept lying to myself, hoping for a happy ending. It wasn't until they locked me in that facility that I finally understood some people just aren't worth it." The system went completely quiet. I stretched my arms above my head and let everything from that world fall away. I picked up my phone, dialed a number, my voice easy and unhurried

"You and I were connected together by a goddess. She laid out a path for us that it seems most others choose to take and thrive on. You and I didn't take that path. We've walked so far down another that the old path is gone, and it's too far away to ever get back to. That doesn't mean that we don't deserve happiness Ezra. It doesn't mean that there aren't other paths for us to walk down. Paths that we get to choose for ourselves as individuals. We can't be the only ones out there that haven't finalized the mate bond. Your uncle told me that many wolves choose their mates. If you ever want a mate Ezra, then you deserve one that you choose. One that makes you look at her the way Xander was loo

Veronica's POV: "Yes, we need to talk," Theo said after me. "All three of us. Now." My heart sank as I knew what was coming next. "What's going on?" Max asked, looking between me and Theo. Theo took a deep breath, his green eyes finding mine for just a moment before looking away. "Veronica has already made her choice," he said, sounding steady despite the pain I could hear beneath it. "And I think it's time we all acknowledge it and move forward."

— and they were right. I got close to the forefront and my attention immediately shifted to Edwin as I heard the contents of what he was telling my mother. “So witnesses said her eyes were glowing and that she single-handedly slaughtered about 21 Ferals.” I heard him say and I tensed. “The news is spreading fast as the people of the Pack say they found the Chosen One.” Edwin concluded and I saw my mother shoot up from the Throne in anger. She was panting ruggedly and apparently, I had missed a major part of Edwin’s narrative, but then the concluding part was just enough for me to know what he was referring to— who he was referring to.