Novel & Cerita Chosen X

She asked, beaming with pride. “I have to put it on sooner or later, right?” I giggled. “Did you decide on which of the undergarments you would wear underneath?” She quizzed me. “Yes, I picked the brown with pink ribbon.” I chose the ugliest pair to shove my disdain down Ahiga’s throat. “Not the black with red lace?” She eyed me. I rolled my eyes. “Mommmm….” “Alright, alright. Come here, let me get you dressed.”

She didn’t have to pick 24C again--ever again, for that matter. When she went to make her selection, however, 46A was taken, and 19E wasn’t in service. She glanced around at her other choices. One of them, 39P, was a definite no. He had been just awful the one time she’d tried him, moving his hips and trying way too hard. It had been unpleasant to say the least. She had about twenty other Inseminators to choose from, but rather than go with someone else she didn’t know who might be uncomfortable, she went with the familiar and chose 24C, deciding she just wouldn’t tell Mist. if she asked, she’d lie. It wasn’t like 24C was going to be telling anyone who he was with.

"Don't worry about making your choice right now. You're free to choose whoever you want. I'm not going to pressure you. Besides, I've got time. I'll wait." Xavier looked at me eagerly, almost wistfully. The two men stood before me, waiting for me to choose. One was mature and dependable. The other was bright and gentle. One could promise me a comfortable future. The other gave me a comfortable present. I took a few steps back. "Hey... can't I just never choose?" "No!" they exclaimed in unison. Oh, this was making my head hurt. The aroma of the chestnuts tempted me. I picked one up, peeled away the shell, and popped it into my mouth. It melted on my tongue, taking some of the pressure and fru

While the Chosen have yet to be selected, the chances of them coming from his pack were high. I felt sorry for the unlucky girl the Moon Goddess entangled him with. Taking the glass of water with me, I skipped back to the meeting room. I came to an abrupt halt as a delicious scent wafted through me, the musky aroma of pine cones and spices entwined to produce a scent that could only be described as perfection. Searching for the source of the smell, I gasped as my eyes narrowed onto a tall male, his back was turned to me, but I could already feel my body moving towards him like a magnet. His tousled brown hair blew effortlessly in the breeze of the open window.

Not needing further instruction I take a big bite of my food and sigh in contentment the look is nothing compared to the mouth-watering taste. After filling my stomach, I sit back against the chair and watch as he finishes his food. He smiles when he notices me watching him. "what he asks as he sits back against the back of his chair placing a napkin over his food to signal he is done. " Swallowing the fear that bubbles in me I ask him, so why did you choose me as your bride? I'm sure you had 100 different options why did you decide for it to be me. crossing his hands over the table he begins. " That is not the right question but it is one I'm willing to answer. Simply, you were always meant

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.

he said. "I did not know what I was going to be before this," she said. She said it carefully, the way she said the true things that had been waiting to be said for a while and that she wanted to say correctly. "Not before the bond or before the pack house. I mean before I understood what it felt like to be chosen entirely. I had been wanted before, for what I represented and what I carried and what I was able to do, and I had been needed, which is a different category entirely, and I had been used, which is another category still, and none of those are the same as chosen. Being chosen is the specific act of someone looking at everything you are, including the parts that are difficult and th

Master Alistair spun and sprinted back toward the chamber door. He made it two steps before freezing mid-stride. Then, as if he’d seen a specter, he stumbled backward, scrambling away from the entrance. Selene, seeing his reaction, leaned to peek inside. She just got her head past the doorway before lurching back, doubling over to retch violently against the wall. The commotion finally roused Liana. She pushed herself up along the wall, stumbling toward the healing chamber.

"You remember. You remember everything, don't you?" Alex gently stroked my hair, his voice impossibly tender. "I told you — I fell in love with you a very long time ago." I buried my face in his chest and cried. Thank you. For choosing me — even the second time around.

Between dress shopping, getting attacked by alpha-holes, Shane claiming my virginity, and taking me back to his room I hadn’t had the chance to think about this stranger who I was supposed to be waiting and hoping for. Sure, I’ve thought about him, but I’ve never thought that I wanted to seek him out or sit pretty until he finds me. Shane chose me and I chose him. That’s the kind of love I want, that’s the kind of partner I want to be with. Someone who I choose, not who is chosen for me. Now that I’ve marked him and have been marked, you would think that I would panic at the idea of meeting my Goddess-chosen mate, but that couldn’t be further from the truth. I don’t feel anything about him.