Chosen X Novels & Stories

“Harold Walker… saw me. Not as a prize, not as a prophecy, not as a burden or a boy in need of saving. He saw me. From the first moment, he trusted me when others doubted. He gave me responsibility when I had nothing but faith in myself. And when the world put me on trial—when I was tested before billionaires in Milan—it was Harold’s belief in me that gave me strength. I have loved him hesitantly, but undeniably. And when he finally spoke his heart, I knew mine had already answered. Harold is not only my choice—he is my home.” The studio seemed to sigh as one. The interviewer leaned back, smiling. “So it is Harold Walker, then. Officially?” Henry nodded. “Yes. I have chosen Harold Walker. No

Christian's Pov It's been three weeks since I last talked to Jess. We fight every now and then but never this long. This is the longest we have gone without talking to each other and it's driving me crazy. These three weeks made me sad, mad, hurt and many other emotions you could think of. I knew she was serious about wanting space when another maid started attending to me. I began to transfer the aggression to other things. I have evicted fifteen girls out of the selection and my Dad has never been more angry with me and my actions. He said he is disappointed in me but I don't care, let's just get this selection over with. I was not in the right frame of mind and I just wanted to tal

ONE MOMENT IT IS RAINING THE NEXT MOMENT THE SUN IS SHINING, SOME PEOPLE SAY CAPE TOWN WEATHER IS LIKE A WOMAN'S MOOD, ALWAYS CHANGING. SHE WENT TO SIT DOWN AND PLACED HER CUP ON A COASTER ON THE COFFEE TABLE. SHE TOOK A DEEP BREATH IN AND SLOWLY BREATHED IT OUT AGAIN. SHE WANTED TO CLEAR HER THOUGHTS. SHE NEEDED TO DECIDE WHAT SHE WAS GOING TO DO. SHE COULDN'T KEEP THIS SITUATION GOING. SHE NEEDED TO MAKE A CHOICE. SHE KNEW SHE LOVED BOTH AND SHE LOVED THEM IN DIFFERENT WAYS. THEY WERE BOTH SO DIFFERENT, SHE JUST COULDN'T BRING HERSELF TO CHOOSE.

With trembling fingers, she continued her job of doning me up. Once that was done and satisfactory to me, I got up and went to the bed where my wedding gown lay. I leaned down and touched the attire, feeling the soft feeling against my palms. For every person, white or even other classy and sweet color would be their preference, but for me, I chose black as my wedding gown.

****** I met Xander at home. He was busy watching TV I can probably say he didn't see me walk in. "Hey sis, how was school today?" he suddenly ask making me chuckle. "Was normal. What are you watching" "Marvel studios. I'm sure you won't understand since all you watch are werewolves movies" He's gonna start taunting me so I walk away. Xander is my exact opposite. He does his own thing and taunts me too. Everyone taunting me. What a fucked up life.

“I know that too.” Zeo snarls, frustrated. “You should have marked her.” “No,” I snap. The thought alone sends a jolt of conflict through me. Marking isn’t something done to protect. It’s a claiming—final, binding, primal. Something she isn’t ready for. Something she hasn’t chosen. And I refuse to take a choice away from her. Even if the enemy is using her unmarked state as an opening. I inhale deeply, grounding myself. Her scent lingers on the air—soft, faintly sweet, unmistakable. It brushes against my senses like a warm hand on the back of my neck.

Dear Alicia Chambers, I want to tell you personally that I appreciate your participation in the internship challenge. My team and I have been up all evening, reviewing all of the submissions, trying to decide which one we thought was the best. And it was tough. Every single one of the programs that you intern had created for us was excellent and it became clear that everyone had given it their all.

Nathan's gaze darkened as he looked at me, his voice filled with disappointment. "Tegan, I never thought you'd be this kind of person. I'm the one who found the kidney donors. You don't get to make that decision!" I couldn't help but find it ridiculous. This was the man who had been with me for eight years, the man who had once said he loved me more than life itself. My expression turned cold, and for the first time, I spoke to Nathan with complete indifference. "She cries, and suddenly everything's my fault? Are you her fiancé or mine? Nathan, get this straight. She wants both kidneys! Who's really the one trying to kill someone here?"

Chapman Senior rolled his eyes and shot back, "I may be old, but I'm neither deaf nor blind. Do you really think I'd get something this important wrong?" "Mr. Chapman Senior was very clear. Beatrice chose Nathaniel as her fiancé," Isaac added. George cut him off. "No, that can't be right. There must have been some mix-up!" He then turned to me, desperation in his eyes. "Bea, this is a mistake, right? You picked me, but Grandpa must have misheard." "I chose Nate," I answered with a cold smile. Nathaniel's head snapped up at the way I addressed him, and his eyes widened in disbelief.

Pure and chosen. And that difference—that choice—was everything.