Chosen Sister Novels & Stories

"It's not so bad when you get used to it, Luna Iris. Believe me, it isn't. I know that it's hard for you, but I'm certain that you will adjust with time." "And if I don't?" I primped. "What if I never adjust, Jamison? What if my life only gets worse from here? What if everything turns out different from this point?" "The goddess always chooses two people who are highly compatible with each other. She never makes any mistake." He advised me. "If she had chosen you, then she had a reason for doing so. Keep the faith, Luna. I know that things would only get better." "Thank you so much for your kind words, Jamison. I feel a lot better now," I chimed happily.

~DESTINY LAND~ “Waoo sister, have you seen that? That paper sparrow!! Sister, you are the goddess of fate, you can give me a paper sparrow for sure. Please, please, pretty please, give me one. That one was so cute.” Choice was whining since the , she had seen that paper sparrow, who had been a cute creature for her. Destiny glared at her noisy sister. Ignoring her whining, she carried on with her scriptures, that she had been assigned to decipher by Myna. Choice noted the expressions of her sister, and her face turned gloomy and down casted. She hanged

“What does she mean, choose?” Before my lovely sister could answer, there was a tap on my shoulder. It was a guard. He smiled at me, looked me up and down, and pointed to her table. I turned to the Countess' table, and walked over, quietly, in a trance. I don't know what came over me. It was like, I just, knew. My sister stood behind, gaping. Her jaw had bounced a few times, I knew that. I had been “selected,” and I had no idea why.

I said. She looked at me. "I've known for a while," I said. "I just haven't said it back yet." She was very still. "Aurora," I said. "Yes." "You are the sister I chose," I said. "Not in the complicated way. In the simple, complete way." I held her gaze. "Tomorrow you stand beside me in the ceremony. Not behind me, not watching from the courtyard, beside me, because that is where you have been from the beginning and that is where you will be."

"We agreed that the suite with the biggest walk-in closet is mine. I get to choose the furniture myself." I stood in the middle of the living room, wondering if I had heard wrong. She said it so naturally, as if moving into the Moretti estate was the most obvious thing in the world. Henry did not argue. He just smiled. "Your sister has no objections." "My sister loves me. She would never object." I stood there and felt something loosen in my throat. "What if I said I do object?" The room went quiet for two seconds. Nina froze. It was probably the first time I had ever refused her. Before she could speak, her eyes were already red.

“And not only you, but everyone in your surrounding, and it includes us.” “Then you can leave, sister. No one is forcing you to stay back with me, and you know for fact that I did not come here to back away the second something goes differently. As far as I was concerned, she wasn’t going to know who she was, but considering that she not only found out, but was also chosen, I was not going to stand back.” I said, glaring at Rheniera. “You are only angry because you know that both she and Alessandro chose to accept one another as mates, and you knew for fact that she was to be chosen. Had things gone differently, I know for fact that you wouldn’t have…”

I am the elder daughter of the Dawnlight pack Alpha. On the day I came of age, my father told my sister and me to choose our future mates from the two sons of the Brightvale pack Alpha. The older brother, Damian, was steady and self-possessed. The younger one, Kieran, counted for nothing in his own pack, and it showed in the sullen, beaten-down way he carried himself. In my last life I chose the younger brother without a moment of hesitation, because I wanted him to know what it felt like to be someone's favorite. But on the very day he became Alpha, he threw me out to the rogues. I was carrying his pup. They tortured me until I died. Right before the end, Kieran stood over me and looked d

Any other alpha would have been pleased. We weren’t. “Ryker, Ronan, Rafe,” Victor boomed, raising his wine glass. “I’m glad the alliance talks are progressing smoothly. Vivian has been looking forward to this union for months. Whichever of you she chooses will make a fine successor.” Vivian’s cheeks flushed deeper. She smiled shyly, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “All three of you are… very impressive,” she said softly, her voice sweet and practiced. “I’d be honored to stand beside any of you as Luna.”

While both options enticed her, she couldn't deny the inner playfulness she shared with Trent. With a soft smile, Aziza signed her choice, "Trent, my sweet pairadon, I choose you." Her decision was made, and she wanted to explore this new and intimate bond with him. Trent's heart swelled with joy, knowing that she had chosen him willingly. He embraced her lovingly, feeling a sense of deep connection and gratitude for the trust she placed in him.

"I said—stay away from Alec. He is MY mate. MY Alpha. Not yours." Silence. I just stared. Her eyes twitched, clearly annoyed that I wasn’t reacting. "He chose me," she continued, her voice rising with every word. "Do you hear that? He chose ME over you. He’s done it before and he will always choose me. Always." I exhaled slowly, but still said nothing. Amanda’s jaw tightened. She wanted a reaction. She wanted me to cry, she wanted me to break, she wanted to feel stronger than me.