Chosen X Novels & Stories

Queen Elowyn says, her tone calm yet laced with something eerie. I let out a short, humorless chuckle. “But you didn’t tell him to particularly choose me. I’m sure if we dissect your brain, I’d be the last on your list compared to the other Frostveil she-wolves that night at the King Selection Ball. So if you think I should be indebted to you… you’re absolutely wrong.”

Dominic straightens his posture, his eyes soften for me. I close my eyes reviewing everything, I open them and with a deep breath I say "I choose him" "I choose... Theodore"

Xander's room must be on the top floor. I don't why I thought so but u think top floor suited a person like him. There were only four rooms on the top floor. Hmm, which one would be his room. Let me think. He's so arrogant thinking he's the best. He might have chosen the biggest room definitely on here. So....the biggest door was on the left side. Really far from the other three rooms. It was dark grey, almost black in colour with initials "X.V.S.R.K" engraved on it in

Ponti starts to laugh as if Xander just said the funniest thing, the sound making goosebumps spread over my skin. “Ahh…” Ponti shakes his head, “you know that’s not how it works. Choose between your girl and brother.” The expression on Xander’s face darkens, then the words rumble from him. “I. Choose. Myself.” Riccardo Ponti stares at him for an unnervingly long minute before he nods. “Okay. I’ll play along, but you lose a body part if the girl or Marc Vincent makes a sound or looks away. I think that’s a fair deal.”

Who should she even choose? Noticing that Xavia was having trouble choosing, Zivon was prompted to add, “It’s fine if we hire them all too.”

Luke represented choice. Vincent represented possession. And I chose myself.

Xavier's voice was steady and reassuring as he replied, “Don't worry about that.” Reina nodded, though a tight knot of apprehension twisted in her chest. Doubts flitted through her mind, questioning her, whether she was making the right choice. But there was one undeniable truth lingered in her heart: she desired Xavier with every fiber of her being, a longing that felt as deep and constant as the water surrounding them.

Every table had the same topic so Lucien could hear pieces of it floating from every direction. “The Choosing finally holds tonight. In the attic.” "I don't really get why I was eliminated.” Finn's face shifted. "Luc—" "I signed up, I went through all three trials, even against all odds but finally I got eliminated. I will do anything to give this choosing a chance. I need it for my mother.” "I understand you, easy though it isn't the end of the world. "Finn." Finn swallowed his words. He watched Lucien push food around his plate for a moment then leaned across the table, dropping his voice. "I dislike that Xavier got picked. You know right?"

And here it was, at the bottom of the world, held up by the one person who had bled to keep it mine. So I chose. "Yes," I said. "And not because fate says so, not because the law says so, not because a war is coming or a crown is heavy or a child sparked a mark before I was ready. Yes because I looked at every road there was, and every man who wanted me, and every claim ever laid on me, and I want you. Freely. Knowing the cost. Choosing it anyway." My voice broke on the last of it. "I choose you, Hunter Grear. Stand up. Stand beside me."

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