Novel & Cerita Chosen Sister

she asked softly, voice barely louder than the breeze outside. I closed my eyes for a moment. “I’ve thought about that more than I should admit. It’s early…” “Doesn’t matter,” she said. “Say one.” “Alright…” I swallowed. “If it’s a girl… I like Viviana. It’s strong. Elegant. Feels like her.” Bella smiled, eyes soft. “Viviana Moretti. That’s beautiful.” “And if it’s a boy…” I hesitated. “Antonio. For your father.”

“This place, these designs, everything—it is alive with your spirit.” I accepted the cup, the warmth seeping into my hands. “It is more than alive,” I said. “It is proof that when you choose yourself, when you reclaim your story, it carries far beyond any obstacle or rivalry.” Julian leaned gently on my shoulder. “Do you ever think about how different it might have been if…” His words faded, unspoken but understood. “If he had chosen me?” I whispered. My smile was small but steady. “I do not dwell on it. He chose my cousin. I chose revenge. But more than that, I chose myself. That choice changed everything.”

YES, SHE MIGHT STILL LOVE HIM BUT DOES SHE LOVE HIM JUST BECAUSE HE WAS THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY? WAS IT WORTH GIVING UP JAMES FOR? WITH JAMES SHE COULD BUILD A LIFE, COULD SHE SAY THE SAME WITH ALEX? SHE CANNOT RISK LOSING JAMES AND THE LIFE THEY HAD BUILD TOGETHER FOR A MOMENTARY MOMENT OF WEAKNESS. SHE WAS SURE OF HER ANSWER, SHE WAS SURE SHE WAS GOING TO CHOOSE JAMES. HE WAS THE BEST OPTION, HE WAS HER SAFE PLACE. SHE WOULD NOT BE ABLE TO SURVIVE WITHOUT HIM. SHE JUST NEEDED TO KEEP HER SPACE FROM ALEX.

she said finally. “You won’t,” he replied. A bitter laugh escaped her. “That’s not how this works.” “I’m still here,” he said. She didn’t respond immediately. Then, softer: “And her?” He didn’t hesitate this time. “I’m choosing her.” The words weren’t loud. But they were final. The room went still in a way that felt almost physical. His sister nodded once, slowly, like she was absorbing something heavier than she wanted to carry. “I need time,” she said.

With some heavily dyed hair? “I am not hungry.” Even if I was, all of this just ruined my appetite and soured my taste. I never thought she would stoop this low. Not to sound judgy but this girl, she was everything that went wrong with America and the rest of the world. “Well, suit yourself.” She said in a low voice, then lowered into her seat. “Kayden, Diego; Diego, meet Kayden. My sister’s fiancée.” Oh? I think you forgot to mention…

Chris, dressed in a coat, took my suitcase with ease. I nodded, my nose tingling as emotion crept in. Five years ago, after marrying Nathan, I moved with him to Narla. In my past life, when everything fell apart, my father sent Chris to Astrait for a training camp. I never saw him again. "Ms. Caldwell, are you planning to leave again after coming back?" he asked. I shook my head. "I'm not leaving." Chris smiled. "Mr. Caldwell is happy that you've returned."

I knew what I had to do. I got everyone outside and snuck back in the house. I picked up the phone and called the last number dialed. “Vincent.” I spoke as soon as he picked. “What’s it going to be Chloe? Do you want to be in our daughter’s life or you choose Mark over her?” It pained me to hear how Vincent made it sound like I was choosing between Mark and Mackenzie. “ I’ll be there, Vincent.” I sobbed. “You better. And I better not see my brother with you. You are mine, Chloe. Mine alone, you hear me?”

he asks Fleki who was more surprised and astonished. “These are names of vampires Edward and witches and .. oh my god” Fleki does not complete his sentence and moves aside, breathing heavily from the shock. Edward takes a look and does not believe his eyes when he realized that the chosen could come from any kind, not only the wolves but even panthers. “Why are they named the chosen, I don’t get it, Fleki why all these, something does not feel right at all..” Edward cannot believe anything he was seeing at all. Fleki comes back by the table, he takes a look at the small notebook and reads in it.

“Because I already asked for her hand in marriage.” “That’s impossible!” Tanya shot to her feet, her face flushed red. I glanced at her—and smirked. Nicolai’s gaze shifted to her, uninterested. “And you are?” “I—I’m her sister,” she said quickly, forcing a syrupy smile as she approached. “Tanya Pierce. We’re just… confused. Nova was selected by Kieran through the lottery, so how exactly could you—” “Who said I chose her through the lottery?” She faltered.

It was not performative. It was complete. The sisters did not need to promise anything. They had already chosen each other. And that choice, freely made, felt like the strongest foundation of all.